Get up

You smile.
You laugh.
And for awhile,
it lasts.

Then something's said,
or something's done.
Then it's clear,
your mind has won.

You walk away,
begin to cry.
We stand around,
and wonder why.

My temper's short,
my patience is thin.
I try so hard,
but never win.

I'm done caring.
I'm done crying.
I've done everything,
but you're not trying.

When you hit rock bottom,
you'll have a choice.
Wallow in pity,
or use your voice.

Talk to someone,
maybe a friend.
Someone like me,
who's here 'till the end.