April 29th, 2020

“I think you’re depressed”
An unusual love letter
Your words perplexed me
Saying you wanted me to get better
You listed examples
That I didn’t want to see
Mental illness wasn’t something
I could grasp tangibly
I don’t feel sick
I don’t want to be dead
And I’m not always sad
But you sensed things unsaid
At eighteen years young
I didn’t want to accept
That these feelings are normal
So I left them unchecked