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Dec 2013
everyday people ask me what depression is like
id always anwer you wouldnt understand.

you wouldnt understand what it feels like to drown deeper in sadness everyday,
or how it feels to cry myself to sleep,and not say a peep.

you wouldnt understand the pain i hide behind that bright smile i constantly put on,
to hide all that shame.

you would never understand the cuts on my body,
people constantly telling me ive been naughty.

i constantly feel like im going insane,
what is wrong with my brain, im sick of hiding all the pain.

but most importantly you would never understand true sadness,
what its like to constantly feel sick,not physicly but mentally.

constantly having no energie, wanting to erase your memory.
depression
but this is the reality of sadness
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