Ema Kenyon Poet Free verse

Adolescent Depression

There are so many
beautiful teenagers
that laugh
and joke
and make you feel bad about yourself.
 
And we know, okay,
we’re sorry.
We’re just so confused
about why it’s so easy to push
someone down when we’re already on the ground.
 
Please empathize with us
when we are home alone
and admit to ourselves:
Every exhale feels like
a scream for help.
 
But we puff out air instead of sound
because words feel too heavy
and we know our mouths
are meant for loving,
not for screaming.
 
I mean, how do you tell someone
that your heart feels like it’s bleeding.
And so do your eyes.
And your ears.
How do you say “ I don’t want to breathe anymore”?

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