This makes me want to cry
this is my favorite poem ever
And finally, on a crumpled up sheet of paper,
That had been used and worn, written on and erased,
Someone else wrote a poem,
And they called it depression,
Because that’s what it was always about.
And it never got graded,
Because that’s not why it was written.
It was written to save people,
Because the someone who wrote it,
Couldn’t save the boy who wrote the other poems.
And it didn’t go up in the kitchen,
It went up on billboards and t.v. screens and web pages and book pages,
On the sides of buses, and in subways,
And it told people that it was okay to feel sad,
And that they weren’t all alone,
Because other people had felt that way too.