There was a knock--soft but sure,
And guess who stood by the door?
Depression, dressed in silence and shade,
returning just when joy had strayed.
No friends to run to, no arms to hold
No warmth, no joy, just bitter cold
Laughter fades, colors drain,
each breath a whisper covered in pain.
The sleep, yet awake and drained inside
they smile, but joy has long since died
surrounded yet so deeply alone,
a crowded room, yet still unknown.
Now pause
who bears this heavy soul?
whose spirit aches no longer whole?
Surprise
it\'s me the girl you see
TMGD trying to be.
I wear a smile like a fragile mask
Each day a chore, each breath a task
I cry at night then wipe it clean
telling myself don\'t make a scene.
But it cut deeper than I say
and I fear it is here to stay
I want to leave, to disappear
but guilt and fear pull me forever near.
I want to scream and break apart
but they\'d just watch and it\'d just hurt
So I smile, yes , I smile each day
though my spirit is slipping away.
And this my friend is my now life\'
a quiet war, a silent cry
But I still breath and I still try
wishing someday for a real smile.
TMGD