Why do you write
and not show the world?
Because I fear what others would say.

Why do you write
and not show the world?
Because others would not understand.

I am saddened with this fact
That I so fear the others in the world
Enough so that I would not show myself.

The truth that I do write
Would not be taken lightly
People do not believe what is written.

If they do believe
Read into my words too deeply
I would worry they'd read too much.

Reading into what I say
Too far in to a point of no return
To a point that they pervert what I say.

I am sad, depressed, and angry
But this is where I write it all down
This is where I claim sanctuary from prying eyes.

Take another.
But it wasn't working.
Just take another.
But I feel terrible.
Take another.
This isn't working;
I don't like this.

Try another.
But I don't want to.
Just try another.
But the last one didn't work.
Try another.
These aren't working;
I hate this.

Try a few more.
But the last two didn't work.
Just try a few more.
But what will happen?
Try a few more.
The last didn't work;
How will these mix?

Stop taking those.
But I thought they were working.
Just stop taking those.
I thought they were helping!
Stop taking those.
I'm afraid to do this;
I want it do be done.

I know I'm damaged,
don't remind me.
I'll never be whole
at least I don't think so.

To be whole
I'd have to forgive.
I don't know
If I'll ever be able to.

Forgive everything that has happened
Forgive everyone that has wronged me

I don't think I can
I want to
I want to try to let go
But when I think I'm past it
When I think I'm going to be okay
Something happens
and brings me
back.

I work
and work
and work
so hard to not fall
to not fall into depression
to not let myself fall
but it's hard.

When you've been depressed
most of your life
it's hard to not be.

It's easier to give in
easier than working to be happy
because I have to work to be happy
I have to work to feel joy.
I don't think
that's how it should be.

I know no one cares
whether I am happy or not
they ask
I lie
it's dropped.

No work required
when no one cares.

I am afraid to show
how depressed I really am.
Because I know people don't believe.
Because I've lied for so long.
I don't need to try.

I know it won't work.
I know people won't believe.
That's unfortunate because it hurts.
It hurts because I'm alone.
It's not worth a try.

My words
Are my everything
They make me
Nay they are me

You ignore what I say
You ignore who I am
What makes me
What I am

You simply
Read these words
Not feeling a thing
You ignore what I mean

How dare you
Take away
What I am
Who I am

By not listening
You stop knowing me
For at least the brief time
You don not know who I am

If you do not listen once
You probably don’t
Ever
Which is a shame

Because I try
To get you
To hear me
And know me

Through the words I say
I form who I am
What I am
Myself

Because
My words are my everything
My only thing
Me.

I'm me.
Who might you be?
Do we know each other?
Do you know me?
Do I know you?

Who are we?
People in the sea
of doubt and hope
love and hate
Who knows!

We are we
I am me
You are you
We don't know this
though

Because we are we
not you or I
we are not separate
but together
or so I think

Maybe we aren't we
maybe we could be
me and you
with others
not us

You are other
I am me
We aren't us
Or so I think
should I though?

I come to an end
But nothing is clearer
We are we
I am me
and you are you