drinkthewildair.

New Tumblr.

I don’t want to delete this one because I don’t want to delete the memories. And/or the reminders to be better. But I’m older now and hoping to maybe use this new one to display some of my writing and things that matter to me now. Follow me if you want 🤷🏻

PSA: This is what Depression looks like.

Social Media Fronting; An Epidemic

A poem by Yours Truly

We scroll and scroll

Seeing nothing but photos

Featuring people who are wholly whole

We see happy and healthy

Amazing transformations

Where are the pics of temptation

Of self-medication?

We see haircuts and new tattoos

Engagements and rendezvous

Newborns and rhetoric we choose

But where’s the transparency?

Here’s another happy anniversary

We boast the things that we have

But we exclude what we need

Why are we not honest and blunt?

We are all enduring something

But we desperately front

For likes and comments

Working like tourniquets while we bleed

What’s wrong? Nothing;

I’m fine

I say it’s time to draw the fucking line

You may see the scars on my arms

And maybe it’s intimidating

But avert your eyes

What you can’t see are the scars on my heart

Trust me, it’s excruciating

Cause I’ve lost friends

To this cold fucking world

But I’ve seen people mend

I’ve seen them turn shit into pearls

But this internet platform

Has no place for depression

It’s outside the scope of the norm

And expressing seems almost like regression

But truly its progression

Just to say, “damnit, I need assistance”

So if you’re here posting and you’re truly happy

I’m truly so fucking happy for you

But if you’re struggling, and you feel hella crappy

If you’re hurting inside, please be true

If you’re not okay, I beg for your persistence

And if I’ve been toxic to you

I beg for forgiveness

We’ll conquer this stupid, fragile, hurtful life together

And we’ll live a long life, old and weathered

Just be honest

And persist

It gets better

It really does

This is an open letter

To those who need to be open

And tell each other, ‘cause

We are all human

And existence is pain

We all end up cremated, 6 ft under or in tombs

Let’s prolong that inevitability for as long as we can

Help as many people as often and as long as you can stand

If someone else is suffering

A helicopter, code red

Going down

Be a landing they can land on

Don’t turn your head

Don’t let them drown.

We scroll and we scroll

Liking random shit

When we don’t really know.

We’re all going through something

Let it show.

Someone somewhere wants to offer support