To the denizens of this mountain

To the denizens of this mountain,

I will not ask why you fell

it isn’t fair it isn’t fair to ask the flowers

why they abandon hope in the absence of

the sun

I will not ask why you found comfort in the

dark

in the whispers of the voices in your head

I will not ask why you swallowed pills with

a pint of vodka for pain is minimal

when intoxicated

I will not ask why

the world turned its back on you for it turned

its back on me too

I will not ask why

because we often forget that the people

with mental illness did not ask

to be there

to hear the voices in their head

to die everyday

I will not ask why

but I will

stay