Hi
It's me
A broken woman trying to find peace
I'm in this depression
The kind that feels never ending
No one knows
Well, except you
The reader
Not my friends
Not my family
Not even the one who sleeps beside me, the one who's suppose to know me best
I hide it so well
I plaster a counterfeit grin on my face and go on
Because that's what you do when you're depressed
You pretend
I go through the motions day in and day out trying to find a little bit of happiness within
But there is none
I feel numb
As if my life is not my own and I'm watching it all unfold paralyzed waiting
Hoping
For someone to realize and reach out
I'm ashamed
Of how I feel
As if it's a choice
I should be happy
Beyond joyful really
Because I have just given life to this tiny human that depends on me
I want to be better
Do better
For him
But I can't
And I can't ask for help
Because know one really listens
Know one really cares
They just want to fix you
But I don't need fixing
I just want to feel again
To breathe again without this crushing weight bearing down on me
Please
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
