29 Oct APRIL MORNINGS
This article is an instalment of MUSE Magazine’s Mental Health Theme Week, taking place from October 25th to October 30th, 2021.
TRIGGER WARNING: ARTICLE CONTAINS DISCUSSIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH, MENTAL ILLNESS, AND SUICIDE, WHICH MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR SOME READERS.
DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE AND MAKE IT KNOW THAT THESE ARE THEIR PERSONAL EXPERIENCES. THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE TO RECOGNIZE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE OTHER EXPERIENCES AND THAT NO TWO PEOPLE ARE THE SAME.
By: Sasha Lechtzier
I want to wake up unshaken
They say it’s only time
On the hardest of mornings
And the day after that
It’s the darks voice I hear that calls and responds
The rain is not to blame
It’s April and it’s warm
The sun will make the green even greener
But I am not reminded
The quiet days are gone
Instead, I can hear people calling out my name
Come out, they say
Come play, they say
But I have no intention of responding
I wake up every morning to fight the same demon
That left me so tired the night before
If hair is dead how does it keep growing?
Can I keep growing?
Do I want to keep growing?
Everything arrives too late except in the movies,
It’s all too good to be true
The princess finds her missing slipper
And you’re supposed to believe that could happen to you
But it won’t happen to you
And if it does it will be days, months, years too late
The thing is no one told us we’d all grow up to be orphans
In a lost and confusing world
Disconnected from the people who matter most
To be alive in this world means to actually be born
To show the world who you are
To say you’ll fight the appearance they all want you to put on
I guess you could say I missed that part