Heavy Poem, by LiterateLesbian, at My poetic side

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.

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