Yes, depressed
You tell yourself that nothing’s wrong,
Force the laughter – soldier on!
On your face your mood seems beaming
But inside a voice is screaming:
“Notice my sadness, make me smile,
Make me feel normal for a while!”
But no one cares and no one hears,
No one sees the lonely tears!
No one sees the deep depression
At best you’re someone’s cheap possession!
They don’t care for the tears you’ve cried,
For all your thoughts of suicide…
Remember when you took that knife?
You came so close to ending your life!
But you chickened out and moved it up –
Missed the vein, but still you cut!
The scar’s still there – taunting you!
Hiding scars is all you do.
You try to talk but no one listens
This is why your red blood glistens.
Your sadness falls on you like rain.
I don’t believe they can't see your pain!
They’ve never questioned your mental heath –
They’ll wonder why you topped yourself!!!
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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