My Pain Screams Out
But isn't Heard
Peace, Dead and Gone
Like a Lifeless Bird
No Longer Free
No Longer Beautiful
How Can this Be?
Oh, So Woeful
My Words are Heard
But Never Understood
Like a Cold Jail Cell
Escape? If I Could
I Beg Them to Listen
They Don't Look My Way
There Are Scars on My Arms
More Everyday
How Far Will I Go
To Make Such Noise?
Must I First Die
For Them to Hear My Voice?
They Say I Have No Reason
To be Depressed
They See My "Happy Face"
But Not the Stress
How Long Will I Continue
To Hide Behind this Mask
To Get Them to Understand
May Be My Last Task
Only One I have Told
Only One Who Now Sees
Exactly How Much
Is Fucked Up With Me
How Long Will This Stay
Between Him and Me
I Don't Know How to Tell Anyone Else
For They Would Never Let Me Be
I Cry Myself to Sleep
Silent Tears Run Cold
My One True Fear
What Would They Say If Told?
"Pathetic" I'll Hear
"Attention Whore" Will be Said
How Pathetic Will it Be
When I'm Dead?
They Say They Care
But I Don't Believe
How Much Will They Care
When I Leave?
Blows Rain Down
I Scream Til I'm Hoarse
I'm Shaking In My Bed
A Nightmare, Of Course
But it Felt so Real
And Came with so Little Sass
That What if One Day
It Came to Pass
Terror Clench My Heart
Oh so Tight
I Thought it Might Explode
This Very Night
Such an Irrational Fear
When it Comes to Mind
Afriad to Search Further
Of What I Might FInd
Of All Things,
How could This be My Fear?
The Worry Cuts Deeper
Than a Knife or Spear
Every Sad Moment
It's Pushed Further in
Every Happy Moment
It's Pulled a Little Out
The Cuts Go Deeper
But Not in to Skin
Emotionally Wise
Leaves Me No Safe Haven
The Colors Turn to Gray
The Gray Turns to Black
If I Get Lost in There
I'm Never Coming Back
The Scars May Fade
Or Disappear Completely
But More Will Come
Possibly Weekly
One Fear Comes Out
Out in the Open
I Need To Hide it
Back in Its Den
I Hate It More Than Anything
It's so Pathetic Here
For Matters of The Heart
Scattered Everywhere
Black and White
Is All that's Left
All Colour is Gone
Gone by Theft
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This is from inside the mind of a depression victim. Hopefully, somebody might understand depression a little better after reading this.
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