Please consider, those who care

That I am not as the rest around me.

Nor am I as you.

This being understood, those who care, please consider;

When I ask for help, I do not want you to take away from me what ails me so.
Nor hide from me my pains, for I will surely find them again, no matter how well you hide them.
Please consider, I may need help of another kind.

I know you mean well, but yet you do not care.
You say you wish to help, but you refuse to see what I need.

I wish for you only to remind me of the times I found joy and a way to smile, not of the times I spent fighting away the pain and darkness.

"All is fine," they say. "All will be fine when you wish it to be."

Please consider, those who care, that what helps you through a dark time may not help me. It would push me further in.

I am not you, and you are not me, after all, and that makes us different from what we feel.

"You'll get over it. Depression is not real!" They smile with a hand on my shoulder.
"If I am fine, then so should you be!"

Alas, if only it were to be so.