my mind aches for a time

My mind aches for a time when things were easy, when a smile was enough to convince even ourselves that we are ok.

My mind aches for a time when we could talk and not be labelled as crazy.

My mind aches for a time when the pain we feel wouldn't faze us, where the hurt inside our hearts wouldn't change us.

My mind aches for a time where healing ourselves is required and not just something we desire because the chaos around us is screaming at us, and our ears and our hearts hurt from the sound. all this noise is just too loud.

My mind aches for understanding because you never know who is relapsing or who's recovering, who's struggling and in need of help.

All these things wrong in the world and all you talk about is wealth? while children are crying, screaming and going missing and right now no matter how many times she's cried out for help a woman is getting beaten because dinner wasn't done when he walked into the kitchen and we just choose not to listen.

We choose not to listen to the girls and guys when they are finally brave enough to stand up and speak out about what happened to them we just say "well depending what she was wearing she probably deserved it then" or "he's lying it doesn't happen to men".

We choose not to listen when some one with a mental illness is honest about it, we say "they are just begging for attention" but when they take their own life because they are tired of living with the voices in their head telling them they are not good enough we say "I wish they would have talked to us and saw that their was another way before it was too late".

My mind aches for a time where its ok to love who you want to love and be what or who you want to be as long as your not hurting anyone and your happy.

My mind aches for a time where we accept each other and not hate each other just because we are different but I guess my mind aches for a time built on fairy tales and magical wishes.