I am crying.
You can’t see the tears.
I cry for my pain,
The pain of others.

The lady across from me
Tell me it isn’t real,
That it’s my imagination,
That my beliefs aren’t true.

I do not have feelings.
Except for those
Of loneliness and pain.
I do not feel
Like there is anyone
Who can relate.
I am the outcast.

Shut down by my depression.
I do not eat.
Anorexia strips my body.
I do nothing but sleep.
My fake happiness will faultier.
They will know
That my smile is just a mask
That hold in the emotion.

Look at me.
Look into my eyes.
There is nothing there.
They reflect
What I have inside.
Nothing, emptiness.

Eyes are the key to the soul.
Look deep,
You can see it.
My soul is faint.
It is dying inside me,
Like my hopes and dreams.

I am not loved,
Will not be missed.
Death is calling.
I might answer it.
Alas, I am not ready,
I shall call upon it later.

Story: more about depression.

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