Excerpts from an old diary

Undead

My feelings were buried undead,
The truth remained unsaid.
My sadness was not hidden,
But ignored by myself.

My words were audible,
But not heard by friends.
My wounds weren't invisible,
But not noticed by my own people.

So, never ever did I even try,
Never could I even cry.
I didn't say I was down,
Just kept hearing them rant.

No more was my life even mine,
It's all 'bout their unreasonable crying.
All is how they're feeling now.
I can't even say I'm living how.

Nonchalant smile was just a mask,
In real, my life has become a task.

So, my feelings were buried undead,
And the truth remained unsaid.....