Don’t Talk
I honestly hate receiving advice from you
If you never burst out crying for no reason
No one touch you, not even teases you
But water slid down your cheek
If you never woke up in the middle of the night crying
Feeling an emptiness inside your chest
In the same spot, your heart should be
Have you ever felt like the black sheep
Cause you feel like you don’t belong in your own family
If you never held a knife or looked at pills and thought this could be my way out
Then don’t even think of some advice
If you haven’t contemplated suicide
As much as I did
Then don’t even try to tell me how to get over it
If you never depended on antidepressants to keep you happy
Then don’t even talk to me
If you never blew trees just to keep your mind at ease,
Then don’t speak to me
Don’t even parch your lips when it comes to my anger
My temper to you is a stranger
We don’t share this
So don’t get embarrassed when I lash out
Have you ever seen your vision go black?
You felt still
You didn’t feel pain
Almost like you were sleeping
But when your vision came back,
People were laying on their back
People were holding you
You were confused
Adrenaline rushing, but you don’t know what happened
Getting suspended without ever seeing what you did
But witnesses seen you do every bit of damage
I feel so damaged
Do you know that feeling?
If not, don’t talk to me
I’m K. Exum
And you're not me
You don’t know my pain
You don’t have a right to tell me how to feel
Who made you god?
Author, Blogger, and Poet from Landover, Maryland. Looking to make my childhood dreams my reality. I’ll be sharing my random thoughts, speeches, storytimes, stories, and plenty of Poetry.
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