i won't talk about my depression
it'll only bring you down
you'll get that nervous look in your eyes
the second i open my mouth
if you only knew how much energy it takes,
for me to take that step
how much fear i feel,
and how little hope i have left.
if you knew that it feels like lava,
burning through my chest.
someone wraps iron hands,
on the the few words i have left,
and it takes everything i am
to scream
and
scream
them out.
they come out like a whisper,
and now its your shout
you sit and say your sorry,
that you hope i'll be better soon.
maybe i should have an early night,
or watch a movie
like
you
do.
my love, no, you do not understand.
mi not just tired
im through.
i've long accepted shallow understanding
i just didn't expect it from you.