I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT BY ROD STEWART

by

Often times friends say “I am fine” when they are clearly sad or badly damaged emotionally because they do not want to talk about it. I see no reason why it happens but I want to believe that humans have evolved to a point where they box things to people who are not consistent enough to get them to talk about it.

It may sound utterly weird but all the same, I don’t just share emotional stuffs to people who may seem not to care but want to know- nobody does that. Even my consciousness is a bit alert to every inquisition at such times. The big question is why don’t you want to talk about it?

Sometimes, the people you think don’t want to talk to you are the ones waiting for you to talk to them.

In 2019, the rate of suicide increased rapidly in some parts of Nigeria as well countries beyond her shores that I really do not remember. That year, I opened my ears and mostly my arms to people. The arms comes first because most times, tears quaked the words. So it had to go for the words to come out without a sob. I discovered that most of the victims decided to kick the bucket because they did not talk about it or should I say were unable to talk about it. Maybe because nobody was there. How can that be true? Is it possible not to have at least a one go-to person?

But seriously, you have to talk about it. The platform is open. Feel free to pour it out. Pour out everything. Don’t hold it back. Let the pain out! That way you become free. This is Daily Wisdom Words, a community of writers who care. You can save $10 now if you CLICK HERE to get a life-time membership that gives you access to  varieties of writing services.

  • listen to song below

  • Compose a poem inspired by song
  • Tag #dailywisdomwords
  • Share with us

MAKE GOOD ON YOUR PROMISES

9 thoughts on “I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT BY ROD STEWART”

  1. Days disappear yet I stay
    walking inside my mind
    searching empty rooms
    where did we leave us.

    My words still sing you
    mirroring days between
    shadows that took us
    whispering who we were.

    How will time find us now
    lost inside our memories
    will broken pieces of us
    fit together again?

  2. Paroxysm of pain
    bellowed in clouds
    if i show u my heart
    will u get misty-eyed
    moments giveth
    stand composed
    in a certain forgiveness
    my tears ruins
    scattered amongst
    yellow leaves sleeps
    with the good earth
    temperament
    imposing balance.

  3. I don’t need to listen to the song
    to know I don’t wanna talk about it all night long
    I know you’re not gonna listen
    unless you’re paid to
    I know you’ll make excuses
    it’s just what most do.
    When I tell you about being raped
    you’ll ask what I was wearing that night
    If I tell you I was 4 when it started
    you’ll shake your head
    attempt to talk about someone that’s departed.
    If I speak on how many times it happened
    “Not all men” will be the next words slapping
    Every one says they care
    but when we speak up
    they brush us out their hair
    So many ppl full of hurt and pain
    wishing others actually cared
    and helped when it rained.
    We all got an agenda and stuff to do
    society instructs how to act
    when hurt or accused.
    To busy trying to look a certain way
    can’t slow down or act ok
    we say we’re fine so you don’t hurt us more
    we say we’re fine, then close the door. -Amberdawn (CRG)

Leave a Comment