I Battle Depression On My Own
No one sees that I am in a desperate cry for help.
I was crying and lately, my chest aches and it is so difficult to breathe. I have so many frustrations inside that also made me have so much anger. I am scared that one of these days , I'll just have a breakdown and I will hurt someone.
Nobody knows my pain. No one. Not even him that usually knows it. There's so many instances that I was already crying in front of him but it seems like he doesn't see it. He just look away or leave. It hurts me even more.
Sometimes, the idea of being away is so beautiful for me.
I am slowly dying or should I say that I'm already dead inside. I've already lost who I am by staying here. As much as I wanted to be with my loved ones, it is and already had taken a toll on me. I am not myself anymore and my passion is gone. I've already sunken down on the path of severe depression and I'm getting really anxious about it.
No one really understands me.
No one really understands. I'm on the verge of just letting go. There's a will inside of me to fight back and move forth but these melancholy hits me everytime and everytime it does, it carves deeper scars into to me.
I am crying for help... but no one hears me.
I'm desperately reaching out... but no one really cares enough to extend a hand.
I'm gonna be gone...
Or maybe,
I'm already there.
I was crying and lately, my chest aches and it is so difficult to breathe. I have so many frustrations inside that also made me have so much anger. I am scared that one of these days , I'll just have a breakdown and I will hurt someone.
Nobody knows my pain. No one. Not even him that usually knows it. There's so many instances that I was already crying in front of him but it seems like he doesn't see it. He just look away or leave. It hurts me even more.
Sometimes, the idea of being away is so beautiful for me.
I am slowly dying or should I say that I'm already dead inside. I've already lost who I am by staying here. As much as I wanted to be with my loved ones, it is and already had taken a toll on me. I am not myself anymore and my passion is gone. I've already sunken down on the path of severe depression and I'm getting really anxious about it.
No one really understands me.
No one really understands. I'm on the verge of just letting go. There's a will inside of me to fight back and move forth but these melancholy hits me everytime and everytime it does, it carves deeper scars into to me.
I am crying for help... but no one hears me.
I'm desperately reaching out... but no one really cares enough to extend a hand.
I'm gonna be gone...
Or maybe,
I'm already there.
31-35, F
