Who am I?
Depression is a solid brick in my heart,
to heavy to lift away.
Who's smile am I smiling?
Who's laugh am I stealing?
Who's actions are these?
I never knew the real me.
I can feel her locked inside,
but where is the key?
The burden on my shoulders
is to difficult to overcome.
I wish to scream all my secrets,
but my voice is already gone.
Tears of loss slip down my cheeks,
I can't free me.
God, where are you?
Because I have no idea were I am.
I've hit a cross-road, who will I become?
The weigh of the world brings me to my knee's.
Too many choices but I can't choose, because I'm not me.
This poem is only a shadow of the feelings swirling inside.
I don't know how to trust anymore, how to hope.
But when I cry, it's not me who is crying.
