Some people often question what life may really be.
But I always question what people think of me.
I try to be kind and honest, care for all my peers.
Though what do people think of me throughout all of our years?
i worry that some people don’t like me because I’m shy,
Although very few question the reason behind why I cry.
Often I’m scared to step outside, scared to speak my thoughts.
As if no one realizes the pain that I experience a lot.
I wonder if I’m liked or not, or if it’s love or hate.
I wonder if this will all end, or is this my fate?
The little things make me upset due to my horrible past,
I’m just trying to make ends meet, make good memories that last.
It’s extremely hard for me because life is never fair.
I worry that my life would have led me nowhere.
But what do people honestly think, am I a good, true friend?
Or am I just a shoulder to cry on when someone’s at the end?
I blend in with the wall, due to my pale skin.
I’m ignored, I’m forgotten, I’m just a fill-in.
I feel like a waste of space, I’m using all the air.
I feel invisible, there’s nobody who really truly cares.
I raise my hand to ask something but all heads turn away.
I’m wishing I could leave right now but I’m tempted to stay.
What can I honestly day to make people hear my voice?
I may not be loud, but silence is my choice.
I’m definitely not like everyone else, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak.
I have mental breakdowns daily, sometimes I’m too depressed to speak.
And when I do talk no one listens, did I forget to mention?
Everyone forgets me and walks in the other direction.
I’m fighting back tears right now as I listen to everything.
They have better lives, I’m an invisible human being.
Does anyone notice, can they tell what I’ve been through?
Or am I still ignored, am I a waste of your time, too?
Although my eyes are open, don’t bother asking why...
Even though there are no tears, on the inside I cry.
My tears are not small, they are definitely not short-lived.
They are long and never ending, in a world that takes but doesn’t give.
No one ever asks me how I’m doing, if I’m okay.
They merely assume that one day my tears will go away.
They believe for some reason that depression will dissipate.
Unfortunately they are wrong, I know this is my fate.
My fate, my future, mental breakdowns in my mind.
I can’t control my thoughts because this happens all the time.
One horrible thing that happens can completely destroy my dreams.
Just understand that my life is not as easy as it seems.
My family abandoned me when my dad went away.
There’s my brothers and my mother, no one else cared to stay.
Two years later, he’s gone but still tries to gain control.
He may have my mind, but he will not chain my soul.
These things are bottled up, all inside my head.
I’m worried and scared but won’t forget the things that were said.
They will sadly stay there, keep me awake at night.
I’m sad, I’m depressed, I’m constantly in fright.
I know I will make it somehow, maybe my tears won’t flow.
They are racing now, so I guess I have to go.
What can I do to make people hear my voice?
I may not be loud, but silence is my choice.
I’m definitely not like everyone else, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak.
I have mental breakdowns daily, sometimes I’m too depressed to speak...

Depression Hurts