Depression not only takes its toll on the person,
But the people around them.
I live a life full of sadness,
A life full of deceit.
It’s a harsh life but I see myself through it.
That is only an illusion.
I hide behind my own thoughts,
Lost in a world where I am at peace with myself.
Depression, what a dismal subject
Millions are affected by it
But only a few survive the chaos.
I feel numb inside,
Nothing is the same as before.
I feel like I want to die,
To get rid of this suffering
But I have to go on living.
Hoping that one day we will get rid of this problem.
Maybe the only solution is death,
My depression is a silent one.
No one knows about it,
I can make people believe I am fine.
I will never tell them,
I will not be subject to such unspeakable horrors.
Maybe one day they will open their eyes
And notice I am missing.
I am not here
Maybe I won’t ever find myself
Maybe I am not meant to be saved.
I suffer silently.
Maybe I am dead already.
