Hyn Edwit is a university student. He wrote this piece after finally (but with difficulty) got up and walked the track.
Did this idea ever occur to you?
That self-pity is
an excruciating comfort
I indulge myself in, so often
that tears became elusive entities
as I plead for a materialization
of what I'm actually going through
A proof, an evidence of the holes within me
Yes. I'm suffering, all this time...
Had this thought ever occurred to you?
Everytime you laugh and tell
stereotypical dialogues you're
designed to say is
how frequent I put up
the pretense of comfort washing
over my face...
As my trembling hands should tell you otherwise
And, did this picture ever occurred to you?
That I tried to let go of
life once, twice, thrice... countless
times but ended up not doing it
'cause even I'm afraid of death,
even I have dreams and fantasies,
even I know how precious life is,
even I wanted to believe in you
in society, in love, in family, in friends
It never occurred to me how
oblivious you are when I'm here
desperately pleading for help
Ah... wait, it did occur to me
that even after you read this
you'd never even think of me
My pitiful cry from merely
a string of words
that'll be forgotten
and will dwindle
in just a few moments
as I helplessly watch
you all just
© 2020 Hyn Edwit
Hyn Edwit (author) on December 06, 2020:
Good day, Maurice! Thank you for this. Most of the times laughter is a sure way to hide the pain but since it won't address it, it will only fester more. Thus, I mostly shake the dust off by myself but I would rather have someone to actually help me from doing so. Thank you for coming by and offering this. Also, I found your pieces very helpful too.
Maurice Malcolm from FL on December 06, 2020:
Every true testamony highlight the authenticity of one's test or trial. Many people will forget your pain because they have not walk that road before. Covering one's pain with laughter only strenghtens the hurt.
Help comes when someone can connect with what you are going through or you have to rise and shake the dust of defeat and fear off