Unspoken Language

I hear you talking,

But I do not understand

The words.

Yes, you are speaking

English,

But I only

Understand death.

I understand the

Feeling

Of wanting it all

To end.

I understand the

Thoughts that

Scare you into

Hiding.

I understand the pain,

And how it makes

Everything ten times harder.

I understand the

Darkness;

How it consumes

Every part of your day.

I understand the

Loneliness;

How you feel there

Is no one there.

But, I also understand

The need

To let someone in.

I understand the

Urgency

To let someone

Help you,

Help yourself