In May, people talk about mental health,
but some people
have been screaming in silence for years.
People who learned how to smile
even when, inside,
everything was falling apart.
Because sometimes sadness
cannot be seen.
It hides behind good grades,
behind jokes,
behind an “I’m tired”
that really means much more.
No one sees mental battles.
No one hears the noise
inside a mind
that cannot rest.
And even so,
every day there are people
making the effort to stay alive
even when nobody notices.
Maybe that’s what May is about:
remembering
that the mind also needs help,
that asking for it does not make you weak,
and that even the person
who seems the happiest
might be breaking inside.
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Author:
Lore (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I swear to you that all of this will pass. That even though there are difficult days now, things will gradually get better. And, above all, that you are not alone.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
You never know for sure what is in another's mind but reaching out may be a start. A nicely written piece about what one can do for others. Well done
Thank you 💕
You are most welcome
So well said! Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you for reading it
Lore, this really moved me. The quiet exhaustion and hidden struggle running through this piece feel painfully real. I especially love that the poem honors the effort it takes for some people simply to make it through another day. Gentle, compassionate, and deeply human work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much for reading it
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