It's the silent battles
The ones that happen
Under guise of good times
Like holding a dark secret
Knowing if anyone knew
They'd worry about your health
And want to step in and help
But you have to do everything
All by yourself
It's the silent battles
That mean the most
When won
YOU ARE READING
Overthinker
Poetry{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
