Hollow pain
Tired eyes
Weak limbs
Yourself you despise

Cold heart
Numb body
No feeling
Constant worry

This is what happens, when depression takes hold,
You just want it end
As your spirit grows cold...

Can I tell you something though?
It's something I have learned...
A person that reaches out to help,
Is an angel who's wings they have earned...


They want to make you better,
They love to see you smile...


Sometimes it just helps,
Knowing they go the extra mile

Walking through the cloud and rain,
A fake smile upon her face to hide away the pain.
A silent tear escapes her eye,
She wishes she could just lay down and die.

She runs to her room and locks the door,
She looks into the mirror and doesn't recognize the girl looking back anymore.
She grabs a razor and cuts in deep,
With the warm read liquid running down her arm, she falls into a deep, deep sleep.

Awaking in a white bed,
She thinks her dream has come true and that she is finally dead.
Until a nurse walks in to check upon her dressing,
Her dream is crushed, and this has caused her stressing.

Her doctors have put her on medication,
Form her family and herself, this will consist of dedication.
And for the rest of her life, she must live mentally and physically scarred,
Never wanting to leave her own backyard.

She cuts where no one can see,
No happiness is the only weakness in me.
She hides the pain,
Although it's almost making her go insane.
She screams where no one can hear,
But it's almost to much to bear.

If you could only see,
Then you might know what it's like to be me.
If you could only feel,
Then you might see what she has to do to deal.
If you ever learned,
She knows you would be concerned.

She will never show you,
So you will never know what she goes through.
She will never let you in,
But she apologizes for her sins.
She will never speak a word about it,
Because then everyone will know she's a misfit.