They Might Call It Depression.

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Today I keep silent but inside I shout,
I try to wash away the shame, 
paint a smile upon my mouth.

My heart it is heavy,
full of unexplained sorrow. 
I can’t feel happy, not today,  
maybe tomorrow.

I walk and I walk and I keep on going,
where will the road lead me?
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Today I am trapped
in this dark consuming space. 
Nobody knows, nobody knows, 
they don’t see my face.

Today I hide away from the world and its doors,
the world as I see it, through my eyes,
not theirs and not yours. 

I hide my fear and I hide all expression. 
If I let them all know, they might call it depression!
I would no longer be me because then things would change,
just the girl no one talks to
because now she is strange! 

Her head is messed up,
her face is a fake. 
Her smile isn’t real
her mind, it might break.
Don’t sit too close to the girl who is sad. 
We can’t help her anyway, 
she’s crazy, she’s mad!

So I carry my despair to the end of the day,
and struggle to pray all the pain away.
I tell myself,
“I love myself, respect myself,
and heal myself”.

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Nobody knows, 
they don’t see my face, 
tomorrow will come
and I’ll be in a better place.

#Glitch #WorldMentalHealthDay