I don’t become depressed,
I go numb.
If you think it hurts less, you are sadly wrong.
I don’t get hungry, so I don’t eat.
I don’t get tired, so I don’t sleep.
I speak different,
I close myself off.
This numbness gnaws and bites and burns,
Many are shock to learn,
I don’t solve problems, or run away,
I don’t charge ahead and save the day.
I don’t really hide,
Saying I am brave is such a lie!
It’s a cold, dull ache,
And it’s eating me alive.
