Am I Worthwhile?

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, please don’t laugh at me
When your laugh is fuelled by my anxiety.
Why do you torment me when you can’t explain
What it is I have to deal with, with my invisible pain.

Depression is always there, it hoovers over my head
When it hits me I feel I’d be better off if I was dead.
It’s hard to understand how punishing those thoughts can become
And when eventually it leaves me, I’m left feeling completely numb.

I lay in bed. I don’t want to move.
But I don’t want you looking at me as though you disapprove.
You be me, and I’ll be you,
Then tell me exactly what you would do?

Please don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh at me,
I’m not looking for any of your sympathy.
I don’t know why but I’m different and at times I feel damaged,
I wish I had a simple wound that you could bandage.

I want you to cradle my face in your palm
Then kiss me gently and shelter me from harm.
I want you to give me peace, I want you to make me smile.
I want you to make me whole. I want you to make me worthwhile.

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