| Midnight It's almost midnight once again as i sit here all alone sleep eludes me - hours pass i'm weary to the bone depression has it's grip on me it holds me in it's spell it weaves a web of purest silk i'm trapped inside it's cell I smile, nod and laugh a bit i let no one inside this prison bult around me heart, i feel the need to hide I'm fine, I'm doing great! i say when questioned how i feel i fear that they would turn away in disgust at what is real a cold, the flu, or other things make sense to most i know but illness of the mental kind they'd rather you not show I'm embarrassed and ashamed of this weakness i possess for depression leave me too afraid to trust, i must confess I'm afraid that you won't like me I'm afraid that you will leave when you come to realize that I'm not who i claim to be I'm not strong with strenth of mountains I'm not confident and sure deep inside I'm hurt and wounded looking always for a cure -unknown |