My Poems(probably not good)

Fading part 2

Most can't see his disease,

Even though it's sitting right there,

He'll never be at ease,

No one even seems to notice, 

Let alone care,

He sits in a bubble of black,

Which is invisible to us,

It's true emotion he does lack,

Sleeves always pulled over the hands,

He doesn't make a fuss,

He is drowning in his depression,

The disease that overrides true self,

In his mind and soul, he's gone,

He doesn't fit in,

He believes no one will mourn,

His death will be quiet,

No riot,

He has lost the will to fight,

And says he's alright,

But it's really plain to see,

The lie within his eyes,

He's lost out at seas,

His life is just lies,

But I'm afraid he's to far gone,

All hope is lost...