A girl who sits alone
Who gets things thrown; like a stone
Or more like words
They hit her hard, as they come in herds
She handles it well
But they really cannot tell
What she is going through
And how much pain, if only they knew
Maybe they would think twice
Cause she's caught in a vice
Called depression
With lots of questions
And she really wants to reach the surface

Poems are kinda my thing, I guess.