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