I seem happy, right?
You see no cuts on my wrists.
Only the smile on my lips
You hear me laugh, you see me smile
But did you take time to look in
My eyes?
Did you see the emptiness, the
darkness?
Did you check my hips?
Darling, if you only opened your
Eyes, you could see
I was dying inside.
Depression is the worst kind of killer
It corners you at night,
Or when you were alone,
And slowly eats away
At any shred of happiness
It can find.
Until there's nothing left
But pain
and eventually
Death
