And I sit and wonder how many of us are out there crying these silent cries...
...and what bothers me even more is that I'm doing nothing about it, well, nothing very significant.
Inside I am screaming. It's so loud in my head it's deafening, but unfortunately for me if you are on the other side of me, you'd assume everything is okay...not perfect, not even good, just okay. There have been so many times I've been right next to someone who I know who cared and I just want to pour my heart out to them. I want to tell them that I'm hurting real bad and I don't know what to do. But then I resist that urge, because what good is that going to do? I don't want to put any burdens upon them. It will only make them feel helpless. I feel its better if they don't know, cause they're happy. Who want's to ruin that? I certainly don't.
Depression. Yes, this horrible thing that lives inside me. It is there. All day, everyday. It never leaves, it wastes my days, and it prevents me from living. It is a constant struggle just to appear like everything is alright.
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