I am hollow but heavy;
I carry the weight of all my sores.
I keep them close;
I can\'t let go.
I am tired but awake;
I sit waiting for daylight to hit me.
You lay next to me asleep;
I told you I was fine.
I am winning but losing;
Every day is a battle.
I don\'t want to wake up;
That\'s if I even sleep.
I am loud but quiet;
My voice has weakened.
I don\'t speak out;
I\'m scared to be laughed at.
I am big but small;
I used to conquer all.
I\'m fighting my invisible enemy;
I\'ll win or die trying.
I am poor not rich;
I have nothing left.
Depression is a thief;
It has taken my life from me.