How does it feel,
To have your smile change into a tear?
How does it feel,
To have your heart bleeding between merciless gear?
How does it feel,
To be stripped away from your happiness, that visits once a year?
How does it feel,
To stay up all night, trying to conceal your fear?
How does it feel,
To stay naked in bed, feeling the cold air strikes, but you have no power to dress or to even get on your feet?
How does it feel,
To not know when pain is about to come, aiming for the warmth inside you, that he tends to steal?
How does it feel,
To draw scars on your own body, and your own skin, you peal?
How does it feel,
To have voices saying you’re worthless, that you can’t even look in the mirror?
How does it feel,
To always be guilty for the wounds deep inside that you try to conceal?
How does it feel,
To be the one with the pain, the wounds, the scars, the fear and the tears, yet all is ever said to you is,
Stop pretending.
Please be real.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Can you tell me?
Can you tell me how all that feels?
Wait,
Hold on a second,
Do you even know how all that feels?
No? You do not know?
Maybe, Maybe you don’t really know.
Let me tell you something,
Darling I wish you never get to know,
Because these evil feelings, hit deeper that an soldier’s arrow and bow.
Because these evil feelings, cut through your body, way sharper than an actual sword.
Yes? Hurts being in the know?
Maybe, Maybe you were bound to feel this way before.
Maybe you are chosen to still suffer those feelings, on your own.
And for that,
My Dear Darling,
I am here to tell you,
You sure are never ever Alone.
No, Trust me,
You are never alone.
Millions of souls around you are looking for the safe haven, that some call Home.
Billions of souls around you are searching for the cure that heals
the Depression, the anxiety, and all the other mental syndromes.
Trillions of souls around you are screaming and crying and like you,
They also feel Alone.
But No.
You’re not.
You never are Alone.
You deserve to be able to talk.
You deserve to have the energy to get on your feet and walk.
You deserve to have a door on which you could knock.
You deserve to be loved.
You deserve to have your chair high up above.
You deserve to see peace and in the sky the doves.
But for that you have to fight,
Fight for your every right,
Fight for the sake of getting back your life.
And one day you’ll be on top of the highest hight.
And when that day comes you will see the light shining so bright.
Then My Dear Darling,
You will Ignite.
Watani International
29 September 2022
