«And every time you wanted to cry.» — Summary

And every time you wanted to cry. Every time you wanted to die. I was there. I was there for you. I was your rock. And I would help you no matter how long it took. Sometimes it took minutes. Other times hours and even days. And just for you. I put on a show. I Pretend i am fine. When all I want to do is cut. Cry. And die. Just so I don't make your life worse. I know you hate me sad. And I know it makes you worse too. And I never tell you how I really feel in fear of you crawling back into depression. So.. I cover it up with a headache. I say I'm tired. And I say people are just annoying. Because I can't burden you with my problems. When you ate getting better.

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The speaker has spent a long time being the strong one for someone struggling with depression. They stayed through the worst moments, whether those lasted minutes or days, and tried to be a steady "rock." But the poem's real turn comes when the speaker admits that this strength is partly an act. Behind the "show" is someone who wants to cut, cry, and die.

What drives the silence is fear. The speaker believes their sadness would make the other person worse, so they hide it behind small excuses: a headache, being tired, people being annoying. The last line, about not wanting to burden someone who is "getting better," shows how trapped the speaker feels. Their loyalty has turned into isolation.

The mood is heavy, lonely, and quietly desperate. The short, blunt lines and the plain, unpolished voice make it feel like a private confession. Anyone reading it should take it seriously: the speaker clearly needs someone to care for them in return.

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