Poetry for the Pained

What My Peers Can't See

Why do I feel this much pressure?

It's weighing down my chest.

It's making it so hard to breath,

I cannot rest.

This overwhelming feeling of depression,

I just want to slit my wrists.

But I know if I did,

Everyone would get pissed.

I want to be able to cry,

But no tears fall from my eyes.

I don't think I have enough time,

To say my last goodbye's.

The weights on my chest,

Keep pulling me down.

I wear my dread on myself,

Just like a gown.

While around my peers,

I keep that fake smile.

But deep within,

My depression runs a mile.

A.N.// I've gotten home from band camp an everything, and I should be going to sleep to wake up early for more band camp, but my head is splitting with all my emotions.

Kenzie, I hope you didn't cry while reading this, you know I love you. I'm just not feeling well right now.

I'm sorry if I'm making anyone worry. I've even made a senior friend of mine worried because of a Facebook post. Don't worry, everyone, I'll keep my heart and soul strong, even though it might hurt.