So many sleepless nights,
I've had to endure,
Sick of this constant fight,
i need a cure.
the stress is becoming,
more than i can take,
every truth i trusted in,
is showing that its fake.
i cry when im alone,
and act when im not,
why am i so prone,
to being forgot?
these tears that fall are true,
this pain i feel is real,
and all because of you,
i dont know if this will heal.
depression please just let me be,
i think ive had enough,
of crying screaming shouting,
and acting like im tough.
i know that im not really,
im sure others see it too,
but its much easier to act,
than actually showing through.
insanity, insomnia,
keep my awake at night,
and all because it seems as if,
this pain will never take flight.
so ill take another pill,
and sleep the pain away,
and if they dont work,
the pain will have to stay.
ill just keep skipping meals,
having people think im sick,
when really im just hurting too much,
to deal with pains trick.
insanity will be my friend,
deep into the night,
we'll talk and smile laugh and chat,
if my pills wont work right.
ill stay up and pray,
for this pain to leave,
and ill just have to wait,
until i feel relieved.