The sadness comes, and the sadness goes.
But the depression inside only grows.
I try so hard to leave it behind.
But no matter what I do it's always inside.
I try not to come to the places that make me sad.
But now everywhere is getting bad.
I know this phase, I just barely survived last time.
Trying to hide my pain will take up most of my life.
People around me still have no clue.
Even if they did they wouldn't know what to do.
Will it be like this for the rest of my life?
Will I always have all this strife?
Will I ever be able to tell people how I feel?
Will I always hide the things with which I deal?
Why does no one really want to help?
No one knows what I felt.
The times when life was hard to live.
When all I seem to do is give.
When will I no longer fear whats inside?
When will I no longer run and hide?
None of this is plain to see.
So I'll continue searching till I am free!
