Hard days come & hard days pass
I see them through on my own
nobody sees the sorrow behind my smile
or they chose to believe that a woman like me
could never ever feel the sadness
created by this mental health condition.
Words cut like a knife, so I don\'t speak
craving a mind that doesn\'t think
just for a while... a little bit,
depleting thoughts before crossing it\'s path
wanting peace from my inner demons
spiralling down in turmoil.
While the outta shell smiles sweetly
never showing the pain from within
unless it\'s written,
words chiseled in my mind
stained in the blood of my creativity
shouting me from the depths of despair.
Beckoning me to follow
deep in the trail of woe
entwining depression with crippling misery
unable to go forward, unable to return
stuck in decomposing darkness
fearing everything but death.