Alone in the Storm

Mar 31, 2014
by: Anonymous
 Hanna Lee Reehl clocks.

People underestimate depression.

They think they understand, but they really don’t.

They think they can help, but they really can’t.

They think you’re ridiculous for making a big deal about emotions,

as if they can’t kill you,

as if it isn’t a real issue.


Chin up, Don’t cry, Smile, Carry on.

You smile and don’t complain,

because you don’t want to be a bother.

But how could they see nothing wrong

when you’ve got a dead father and -

Oh, you’d better not get too personal,

they’ll start psychoanalyzing

and back to therapy you go.

Wouldn’t that be grand.

Chin up, Don’t cry, Smile, Carry on.


Screw the therapist.

You’re fine, aren’t you?

Give ‘em what they want, put on a show.

Straight A’s, Job, College.

Go ahead, show them that the beautiful sky is blue.

Don’t dare talk about the rain or the storm that comes at night, because you’re fine.


Chin up, Don’t cry, Smile, Carry on.