Viruses

Just a little poem I wrote and felt like sharing, sorry it's a bit morbid.

I can’t tell you

for sure whether it is worse

to feel deep pain for a substantial reason

or a pain stemmed from what 

others can only see as normalcy. 

I believe 

that you can feel raw pain

from problems inside

no one can actually see.

A virus

digs it’s claws into your interior tissue.

It rips a seam

big enough for it to squeeze through.

When a bigger, exterior problem occurs

it is like a tornado

tearing your house into two.

You can see the damage done

and it hurts deep inside

but others can see the damage too

so you can tell them about it.

Maybe they might not understand

or see it from your point of view

but they can see it.

My problem is that you can’t see my source of pain.

I can’t tell you about it

because you’d think I was crazy.

“No."

You’d laugh,

“Heck no. Your fine.” 

Only, inside my body

the virus leaves a sweet smelling trail

of fear, and pain, and trust broken forever

for it’s friends to follow.

Outside people can’t see this

they see that your house wasn’t touched by the tornado

they see that your family has never had misfortune

so you can’t complain

and you can’t feel sorry for yourself.

“Everyone,” you think, “must have this same virus.” 

The only people you think deserve to be depressed

are the people whose houses have been shredded in half.

They deserve the label

and you have had no significant reason

to believe you are “depressed.”

Such a big word

depressed...

with so many meanings.

Your virus laughs

and swings inside of your muscles

making them ache 

and tire.

You kick yourself 

for not being healthy.

The virus soon spots your immune system

with a victorious battle cry

it sprints towards it

leaving rips in the places each foot step has pounded.

It is in your immune system

and you get sick more often

and your body can’t fight it as well 

and you consider yourself weak.

You wonder what happened

to the tough little soldier 

who used to be happy and healthy.

That soldier is all grown up now

and it keeps going

and collects it’s army of viruses

and it is used to them now.

The soldier welcomes them with crystal tears 

ridden with salt that make even your tears poison

to your body. 

The soldier continues it’s life

believing that if it’s house had been affected by the tornado 

maybe it would have a reason to be sad

because people would accept that

they would be able to understand and see.

Seeing is believing

to some.

When you can’t see a significant problem

you can’t believe

and you truly think

that everyone has viruses.

With all of your mind you believe that

you choose to never pay attention to your heart

which screams to you,

that not everyone has viruses,

everyone has cracks and chips, 

but only you have this body full of viruses.

You and few others.

 You don’t care about what your heart says

because no one else would ever be able to see it.

Their eyes have a filmy web over them

and your house is fine

So your viruses win. 

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Lorna]

Okay, I really appreciate the way you talk about depression being a real illness and not as something a person might make up in their imagination. And I like the section where you say, "and you kick yourself for not being healthy" because it is very true to those who have been diagnosed. People with depression often beat themselves up over things that aren't their fault.
It's not really understood what happens to the brain to cause depression. It is said that it comes from an imbalance of these chemicals: serotonin, norepinephrine and dopamine. You can do whatever you feel like with this piece you've written, I'm just letting you know that all types of depression come from the chemicals of the brain and not from a virus.
I really like dark and truthful poetry so this was a good read for me. Good work!

[Carrie]

Thank you! It's one of my first pieces, and I appreciate your comment so much. I didn't know a lot about depression when I wrote this, but that is what it's about. Thanks for telling me more about it.

[Hector Reyes]

I f*****g love this
The word depressed omg
People think they can read on another so well
They think they can read me lmfao
Anyways it's good and I'd loved it
Not like most people on this site who be like "I can feel the pain"
they can't feel what that person is going through in their minds
P.s.Keep it up and don't take my word for lad you going to become a great writer
S**t you said it yourself 😄😄😄😄😄😄😃😃😃😃😜😜😜😜😜

[Carrie]

Thank you so much. This means a lot to me, to have another person understand what it means to write with true meaning. Thanks for saying that, you've honestly given me a lot of hope for my writing. (:

[Hector Reyes]

Your welcome