I fight everyday and people don't even notice.
People think I'm always happy and cheerful even alone
They don't know how much I suffer
I fight my demons everyday because I somehow think I'll survive
Sometimes I just wanna give up and let my demons win
People don't know how much we fight everyday with our demons
We also have to deal with their criticism
We suffer everyday fighting and dealing with criticism
Even with that we "smile"
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Suicidal
PoetryThis is just a little suicidal book by an old survival of depression