I tried so hard to ignore the weight on my chest,
Feels like the world rests on my head,
It is so hard to keep on pretending,
Putting up a smile,
When my mind is nothing but hurting,
And my soul is deeply suffering.

Some days my emotions are a mess,
A warning sign that I am depressed,
But nobody understands my mental distress,
Just believe that it is a phase that would pass.

I am tired of concealing my pain,
The night is only the witness to my emotional rain,
As I pull down my walls,
And let my vulnerabilities fall.

I wish tomorrow would take away the hurt,
Take away this wretched feeling of being lost,
But life is as cunning as a fox,
And I am afraid that hope is a luxury I can't afford.

© cynteevicks

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