The pain is unbearable.
You'd think I'd be able to feel it.
Im unhappy, im broken, im lost.
Stress wasn't my problem it was denial and depression.
I took my problems, carring them everywhere.
No looks of concern crossed those I loved.
No one noticed no, one cared.
I told a few, but it was humorous.
I had love but it wasn't real, it came only when the sun sets
I had faith but only as the moon rises.
I loved hard, but love hugged me with the heat of the sun.
I guess, my point is im lost an have no fight left for life an possibility.
Im broken by everyone who knew an watched me deteriorate.
When im killed by the depression that replaced my blood and the ugliness who crushed my bones and spirit remeber....
I loved you too
-LaKrystal Boyd
