Depression

Being hurt and betrayed

I don’t want to be this way,

I HATE my way of life.

It’s another thing I can’t help,

& it’s just another one of those damned days.

How can they not see?

The torture that I’m forced to endure,

the tears being shed inside.

What about all my screams?

Can’t they hear?

Smiling like everything is all fine & dandy,

when it’s really all pain & hate.

How can they smile a real smile like everything is so bright?

But when it’s really all just different shades of grey.

Why am I like this?

What the HELL did I do?

Oh no,

another dagger just hit.

Sending waves upon waves of unending pain,

re-opening old wounds that just refuse to heal.

I turn to face my attacker’s,

& it’s the people I least expected to see…….

The one’s I thought loved me most,

turned out to be…

…….

Working alongside my enemy.