Depression
It's like being in a dark room
Alone
It only happens to certain people
It really doesn't show
Most of the time.
I walk around like everything is ok
When really it's not
Have you ever seen my wrists?
Have you really looked at me?
I'm probably a lot more than you think
You think you know me
But you don't
No, you don't know me at all
If you did
You would see
That I cry every night
That deep inside I am not happy
Do you think you know what I am talking about?
It's called depression.
Copyright © Tuti Wales | Year Posted 2006
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