Invisible Pain

You think depression is a joke

that it's just a game

You like to poke

Cause you believe it's a false claim

You say I should just decide to be happy

it's as easy as that

Because you can't see the wounds

I don't have any visible scars

You can't see the pain

or hear the voices that constantly play in my head

You don't feel the ache in my arms

or know the deep desire to be held

You don't know what it's like to give until you're empty, then give more

and never receive in return

You don't understand why I would want to die

Just float up into the sky

You don't see the frequent nights when I soak my pillow with endless tears

feeling confused as to why

You believe I'm lazy

constantly seeking attention

You don't feel the severe pain in my chest when I struggle just to breathe

You don't understand my desire to be held, wrapped safely in someone's arms, comforted like a scared wounded child

You don't understand what it's like to live this way

And the worst part of all is that you don't care to ever understand until it's too late.

People say tomorrow is promised to no one

and then live like they have an endless supply of time