Stay strong,
Never fall,
How can I,
when I feel so small.

My feelings overwhelm me,
I'm trapped in a vortex,
of never ending critisism,
not from others,
but from me.

I feel bored,
lonely,
trapped,
can't escape,
going mad,
I'm crazy huh?

It's my depression,
I never tell about it,
It hurts,
I don't hurt me though,
I try to get better.

I know it's supposed to be hard,
but I don't know how I got here,
I guess those bullies of my past are to blame,
I ask those who hurt me,
Do YOU feel good about it?

A fight to make it better,
that's all I ask,
but I can't,
not when my worlds falling apart,
the ground crumbling ever step I take,
the water drying up,
the land burning.
I'm trapped in silence,
Trapped in a lie.

I pretend to talk normally,
I hide my mental issues,
talking to myself helps,
but others make me hurt.
Not with rude words,
but just making me say stupid stuff.

This may not be a poem anymore,
but I'm discussing my feelings,
and I feel as though I'm surrounded by support,
those like me can help,
and I'm not faking.

Lost in doubts,
trying to crawl back,
faking life,
no fun,
crazy,
help,
my depression,
in its worst.