Life is a broken bone
Life is a broken bone.
We live in a world where,
If you break your arm,
Everyone runs over to sign your cast.
But if you tell people you’re depressed,
Everyone runs the other way.
That’s the stigma.
It’s ironic isn’t it?
We are so, so, so,
Accepting of any body part breaking down,
Other than our brain.
That’s pure ignorance.
And that ignorance has created a world,
That doesn’t understand depression,
That doesn’t understand mental health.
Instead of our parents spending hours
Teaching us all the little things,
They should have taught us,
How to protect ourselves from the demons,
That live among us.