DEDICATION TO ROBIN WILLIAMS

I dedicate this to your Robin Williams..

 The air that we breathe is so small that man can't see it, microscopes can test it, and trees can spread it. We all want to stop the pain, feel a different way, do things differently but we fall short every time. What makes us different, is it our shoes, our clothes, the money that falls out of our pockets, and someone picks it up, and says excuse me does this belong to you, but our words become as true as if I wasn't connected to you, no it belongs to bills, houses, cars, kids, the list could go on. Only to find out that depression is what has gotten us this far.. What does it mean to be down and out, what does it mean to have felt the drought? Could it be that we are closer to understanding what makes us unique, or makes us feel like we are something other then what we are feeling right, right now. No one understands you more then me, no one understands that depression is what makes us stand in a crowd, and forget that anyone is around. Just wanting to be loved by someone, by something. Maybe later after I can stand to look at myself in the mirror, i'll actually let you do those things. Not everyone can give you a high-five and tell you that everything is going to be all right. Not everyone can be as open as a door. When I look at you I really want to know, are you really going to help me, like you say or are you just here to say you have already been here. I understand that depression kills but what have you done to make me feel like its worth changing my mind, what have you done lately to help me fill this empty life. Nothing a doctor couldn't prescribe, nothing a bottle couldn't revive, nothing a dog who listens to me at night couldn't do. I see that life is just as it was before you tried to come in my life, nothing has changed your still you and I'm still me, the thing I see is your just blocking my T.V. What is it with people who are so high up and don't realize that I'm fed up, I make people laugh, and I make people cry, I even help people learn how to tell time; just by watching how long my movies have played past their bedtimes. I know that I am only a man, only a woman, but can you please stop saying things are going to be all right, if you're not planning to help the time to move along. It's a waste trying to be nice if you're only going to lie, it's a waste if you're going to say hey I'll call you some time.When will you see how I'am doing, or come see me when your in town. No, don't come see me, better yet just pass on by.. its ok I haven't died. What makes depression come over you like a pack of bricks, and no one wants to help you lift. It's the same bricks from last year, you just seen them until today because of what happen to me today. Dont try to come now, and sing a song's, or help my funeral along. Don't cry for me, or say you miss me. You have no clue, you have no clue what I have went through. Have you been depressed? Unless you have seen the test and said to yourself, dang, how much more do I have to take? No, don't cry for me, unless you know what its like to have your world turn upside down, and no one wants to be around. When I'm reaching out for you, and you look at me, and there is no sympathetic heart to tell me the truth. It's hard to be who I'am already, I don't need you to say, Do you know who you are? or Do you know what you have? it's true, I do have things, but those things don't defined me. At this moment depression has come, and has gone, so has the whisper of my breathe. I' am now in rest. Please hear me loud, please hear me clear, stop looking at me because of my depression, but look at me and say, how can I help? I can I make things better? How can I change what is eating you alive? All it takes is a Hi. A, Bye; a: I'll call you, I'll come by, don't let me die in vain, stop depression from happening!  

Reviews

[Goat]

This is a very powerful poem, we will all miss robin Williams. He holds a special place in all our childhoods. Great poem!

[Shimae Parks]

thank you so much for reading