In the end

It's too hard
And spinning our of control
No one understands
Then again no one really knows

Alone the tears flow
The world is a blur
Numbness takes over
Along with thoughts too dark to share

Smiles and jokes
Everything feels fake
The bleeding is a simple reminder
That the pain is present and real

It doesn't really matter
To most it would be insignificant
People have there own problems
And worst things to go through

The coping will be done on the inside
No clue will be left behind
The depression will get worst
Because in the end it seems like no one will be there