I pretend to be happy.
I feel like losing myself.
I touch my scars on my body.
I worry about people asking me
if I'm okay.
I cry without people knowing.
I'm all alone.
I understand the true meaning of depression.
I say that I'm okay but I'm not.
I dream about making myself better.
I try to hide my sorrows.
I hope someone will come to save me.
I am a liar.
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Unspoken Words
PoetryYou never know the hearts you silently break with the words you never say. -Bryant Mcgill
