Invisible Scars
Thoughts in my head that no one can see
Monsters in my room, how did they come to be?
The lights are on, but for some reason it's still dark
no one can see my invisible scars
People can't see it so they don't believe it
A ton of invisible scars that I bleed with
When I fly off the handle, you'll say I should have talked and opened that door
But when I talk about my mental health, it's something you ignore
I'm being bullied by a mental illness called Depression
I'm being laughed at by anxiety
I'm trying to provide answers for the hundreds of questions
In a room full of noise, I stand in the corner quietly
Hands sweating when I'm in public
I don't like strangers getting close
I've been stabbed in the back by people I hugged with
Lost in a lot of pain but I'm still trying to find hope
I made plans to go out, but I don't have the strength to leave my bed
Depression beats me down so much I can't get it out of my head
I'm trying to be stronger but I feel weak
plus anytime I fight back its still me who bleeds
Mental health is ignored because people can't see it
We get ignored when we talk about it, that's why we keep it a secret
The lights are on but for some reason it's still dark
We're trying our best when we deal with our invisible scars
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