Every day had its showers of pain,
That came and went like the rain.
I lashed out at you with my full force,
Each and every time felling great remorse.
They thought I was going mad,
But never did they realise, I was just sad.
Behind my strength I used to hide,
Not showing how much I cried.
You didn’t know the state I was in,
But my act was wearing thin.
So when I surrender to the pain,
You knew, but still you let it rain.
(The rain in this poem is the pain of depression, and how we/it hurt people without meaning to, so when we really need them, they don’t want to help because we caused them pain.)
