When I Return

I just need time to think

time to heal

from this invisible pain

this pain that's killing me

I don't know how it began

but I know it's not leaving soon

I've been through this before..

this dark pit that I'm in

won't be easy to climb out of

you can TRY to help

but it's no use

I'm gone

and there's no telling when I'll return

just hope for the best

and pray I'll be okay

on the other side

don't ask how I am

because I'm not okay

and I don't think I ever will be..

so please, just let me know

that you'll be here when I return.

Author's Note

Just wrote this kind of randomly.. in a bit of a funk, and this is what came out of it. Enjoy..?

Reviews

[St.Quin]

The cause of pain left unmentioned but described in a manner easily understood. A piece that should be read by those 'fix-it-all' peers so they would shut up and just listen and wait.

[The Girl with the Wolf Tattoo]

Can you restate that in a different way? I don't quite understand what you mean

[St.Quin]

The way i understood your poem, you were asking for space, "time to heal", and you don't want anyone minding your current state, you just want them (or him/her) to still be there when the time comes that you're already okay.

[The Girl with the Wolf Tattoo]

Sort of, yeah. I lost my mother when I was young, and a long string of other depressing events have happened throughout my life that have pushed me to be quite a reclused person. Over the years, I've tried to come out of it and every now and then I'll go back into that state of mind.
The "who" I was speaking to in this poem really isn't boiled down to one person or a specific group.. was to any of my friends and family who don't know how to handle people with depression. Not everyone really knows how to handle it and they just leave, assuming you don't want anything to do with them when really it has nothing to do with them at all and then when you're somewhat to the point of being okay and could use someone, no one is around. That was the whole point of this poem :/

[St.Quin]

I see, the root of this poem is heavier than I thought. Somehow I think I know what you mean, either you prefer to contemplate the pain and sadness or the burden is just too heavy that you don't have a strength left to mask it off with a smile. Yes, a lot of people don't know how to deal with this, and yeah, they'd think that you don't want them around anymore and they'd start avoiding you, and this becomes another burden adding up to the ones you already have. Creating an idea that sometimes even friends are just a 'passing phase'.