i wont talk about depression.
itll only bring you down-
you'll get that nervous look in your eye,
the second I open up my mouth
if you only knew how much energy it takes
for me to make that step
how much fear I feel,
and how little hope I have left,
if you knew that it feels like lava,
burning though my chest,
someone wraps iron hands,
around the few words I have left,
and it takes everything I am,
to scream and scream them out,
they come out like a whisper,
and now its your shout
you sit and say your sorry
that you hope I feel better soon
maybe I should have an early night,
or watch a movie like you do
my love no you don't understand
I am not just tired,
I am through.
I've long accepted shallow understanding
I just didn't expect it from you
