I'm hurt and you are tooI know things are tough with me and you
I know you are torn apart inside
I can see the pain right into your eyes
I've listened to your worries
Taken them all as my own
Constantly on my mind
My own troubles over thrown
I've been avoiding my life
Pushed everything aside
But I can't ignore it any longer
I'm sorry I lied
I had a mental disorder
You called me dramatic for being depressed
I kept quiet and didn't want to express
"I want a man not a crybaby"
I really wonder if you really meant what you said
Because I know you are not like this
And I hope you didn't mean it
What you said and did really hit
But it's okay you don't know a thing
Would you care if I told you everything?
Like I did when you were in your lowest
I will tell the truth, I promise
But would you listen at the first place?
YOU ARE READING
Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.