The Solution

They say that if the meaning in its life loses its value

Then you must use others to seek that help

However they never address how finding help

It may be easy to those who dont need it

But it is a battle for those who are trying to find it.

After all how are you supposed to fix what's broken

When the tool used to fix it is broken itself

They assign counselers who dont understand

Therapy that doesint work

Take deep breaths

Find what makes you happy

Talk out your problems

One of the problems that I have already found is that

The solution itself is broken

They throw these words around as if deep breaths can fix a broken heart

As if happiness can override depression

As if telling others about my problems is infact the solution I never knew I needed

But these methods used to heal our broken sides

Are flawed

Because as they tell me  

That happiness can override depression

That talking can solve my problems

That Medication is my solution

I find myself walking closer and closer to the edge of this cliff

Created and brought upon  by their own false assumptions

Because talking to therapists that don't understand your struggle

Consulting in the happiness that you can never seem to find

Seems like help to those who do not need it

But damages those who have supposedly found it.

I talk to these therapists 

And I take these meds

But they only push me closer to the dark impulses inside my heart

So since their methods of approval do not help this darkness inside me

I find my own solutions to these problems I face

The cuts on my wrists

Scabs on my legs

Sunken in eyes and think sickly body

These are my solution to these problems

But my solution is another problem for those who don't need solutions

The solution to the problem of my answer is a mental hospital built with clean white walls

Their solution to bringing me closer to happiness is taking it away

It's for your own good

You will feel better

It's a welcoming place

But when you put a mentally ill person in a place where everyone is mentally ill

It only worsens the reality of the pain life can really hold

Every person I see leave the confines of this prison-like home

Comes right back like magnets to metal

We orbit these mental afflictions surrounded by the reminder that we are unusual

Why can't they simply remind us that we are not alone?

When they say that 30% of the population suffers from crippling anxiety you would think we would have a better way to treat it than with words

A better way to prevent it than with happiness

A better way to stop it than with hospitals built off the broken parts of others

However, I find that within my broken mind, there is a broken world out there as well

So the question I have for you, for the people who try to get me to 

Smile

Breathe

Talk

When…are you ever going to start realizing that doesint work?

Instead of addressing the problem, are you going to get up and find a real solution?