Why

Why on Earth do you believe in me?

I’m just this mess that can’t leave bed

This mess with no brain in her head

The mess that does not comb her hair, go outside, or seem to care?

The one who doesn’t eat or sleep

or think or dream

or hope or weep.

Why?

Did God say I could be saved too?

Do all your church friends praise you?

Is that what God told you to do?

Why?

Do you feel obligated to see that I am fed

and clean

alive not dead?

Do you just want me out of bed?

Why?

I waste my life away, you say

because I’m sad inside you say

Go outside and face the day

Just try something new, okay?

Okay.

Try something new too.

You’re sad too and I can see

It’s because of me, you see

I cannot get away from me

and my intrusive thoughts

So you’re wasting precious energy

Trying to spend time with me

And save a mind that has escaped

from any hopeful place

So you might have to face the fact

that I might never come back and that

This taxes your mind and body and soul

and sometimes you need to let go.

Try something new and let go.