It's okay

It's okay

A Poem by crystalxestrada
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I needed help, I sought it. I know it's hard, but sometimes it's okay to seek help and talk to a therapist. Normalize doing it for yourself so when you are alone, it's not that rough <3

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Life is full of choices 

Within, there are many voices


I’m struggling, there’s pain 

I’m really trying, but it feels like I’m going insane 


It’s all in my head 

I’m hanging by a thread 


It’s hard, I don’t want to give up 

But my mind won’t stop throwing up 


I’m drowning, gasping for air 

I’m not choosing this, it’s bringing me despair 


I want to be happy 

My life won’t stop being crappy 


I know children are dying 

People have it worse than me, I wish I was lying 


Struggle after struggle

 it’s starting to feel far more than I can juggle 


My body wants to shut down 

And I’m constantly walking around with a frown


Waking up is getting harder 

I feel like all I do is bother 


I’m feeling so helpless 

I’ve become far more selfless


Life is full of choices 

And even when you’re hearing voices, you’re not helpless there are still choices 


Choices that come with seeking for help 

Choices that come that can really help 


I know you want someone to care 

I know you need someone that can be there 


I know you want to form attachment 

I know you need more than someone who is absent 


I know you wish you can do it alone 

I know you want to be on your own 


Isolation starts to feel like a form of self-care 

But maybe it’s a form of protection and you’re becoming unaware 


This is just a reminder of the things you cannot bare


It’s okay to not be okay 

It’s okay to do as you may 

It’s okay to put yourself in first place 

And it’s okay to speak to someone about the problems you face


You don’t have to do it all by yourself 

Seeking help, is a form of self-help 


Things might feel strange 

Talking to a stranger and you think things will change? 


You might think it’s insane 

But is it better to be in pain? 


Maybe don’t look at it this way

Maybe look it at it as something you can gain 

Something that’ll get you through the pain 


Somewhere you can let all your guilt and anger

A safe place that gets you out of danger 


A way that allows you to open up and heal your anger 

A way that allows you to not be the stranger 


A way that opens doors to who you are 

A way that allows you to not be too far 


A way that’s closer to who you are 

Accepting all your struggles and healing all your scars 


Seeking help can be quite hard 

But don’t keep walking around like your unscarred 


Helpless, worthless, is not what you are 


Life is full of choices 

Choose to accept the voices 


Allow your thoughts to pass by 

Don’t let them go “what if I die” 


What if you try 

Those voices might die 


You can become your own supply 

But don’t reject help when it passes by 


Life is full of choices 


Your thoughts don’t define you 

Your mind is there to remind you

Seeking help can reground you 


Don’t give up 


Life is gonna get tough 

It’s gonna get rough 


But you seeking help is what’s gonna make it a little less tough <3

© 2021 crystalxestrada


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spoken word ... this can and probable be spoken word
the rhythm and rhyme flow easily, distinctly and believable
i like the emotional plea, the compassion, the empathy
can't explain it better than this write
everyone should read this aloud
everyone should read this aloud

Posted 2 Years Ago


Wow, a long and very expressful write, I like the outpour of emotion.

Posted 3 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 20, 2021
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crystalxestrada
crystalxestrada

Irvine, CA



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Hi! My name is Crystal, a bit about me is that I love to be able to express myself in the rawest way I can that is true to me and to others. A lot of the time, what I write about are feelings I was go.. more..

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