You're not lost, just because you didn't  trust today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.

The most depressed people ,
Hide it the best !
I kid you not .
They'll talk about their darkness in the most humorous way possible .
Everyone has different stories yet people make comparison with one another .
All pain is individually valid !
Those who say share your pain are the ones who turns their backs .
Fighting every second just to feel something ,
and another moment never want to feel anything ever again !
Depressed people fake smiles , because they don't want to be burden .
They take responsibility to take care of others even though they feel unimaginable pain .
The most empath people are the most left out people.
Sometime they just need someone to tell them how proud they feel for being strong all the time .
Depression doesn't look the same to everyone .
Some wear it like trash , some wear it like grace .
The sad thing about depressed people is that often their desire to heal others is a disguised cry for help for their own healing .
They fail to understand 3 am in the morning is not a time to sort out life .
There is no going back from depression , it makes people something completely different from what they were before .
Depression deaden you brain to the things it used to know how to do .
Those people aren't good at asking for help , because they're so used to being the helper .

I see your broken smiles during happy times,
What's wrong, my love?

Two misty pools, full of tears, shining bright during celebrations,
Are you alright, my dear?

I hear screams of pain during your carefree laughs,
What's the matter, my beauty?

Talk to me honey, before it gets too late,
Am I doing something wrong?

There you go again, despair reflecting in each inch of your face,
Talk to me please, look I have started to earnestly cry now.
Oh no darling,  don't you dare close your eyes!
Oh no darling,  don't you dare close your eyes.
Don't you dare.....  Close your eyes.

of my pain
i can only tell
on its passing

when it is
a boiling stillness
its the safest way

_iano