To some people—
Being sad is just a careless thing.
To some people—
Sadness doesn’t matter.
You’re told to “man up”
What is “manning up”?
Being in such a profound sadness is like being a little helpless baby.
The only thing you can do is sit there
And cry to yourself.
You can try to reach for help,
But it doesn’t work.
I am alone.
I truly am.
I’m that helpless baby that cries;
And oh dear it hurts.
Each day I hear
“A smile looks good on you, keep it.”
Don’t you think I tried?
Each and every day of my life
I try so hard to keep that smile on my face.
I stay strong like those abnormally huge bodybuilders
Just so you don’t have to see me in that state.
I’m in a deep hole of sadness—
But I don’t want you to have to dig me out.
Instead, I bury myself away
So you don’t see me like that.
Is that what “manning up” is?
Maybe all of that feeling isn’t weakness.
Maybe it’s surviving.
My hands have held on so tight my whole life,
It has made them tremble.
Maybe that means
It’s time I let go.
This isn’t weakness,
It’s surviving.
There goes my head,
Echoing once more
“I’m still here”
“I’m still here”
“I’m still here.”
