I wasn't strong enough

You see me in flesh and blood-
yet your eyes don’t catch what I hide.

You see my smiles and hear my laughs,
yet you are unable to hear my cries.

You feel my happiness,
but yet you can’t feel my sorrow and depression.

You see what is on the surface,
but your keen sight doesn’t dive underneath.

You see what you want, but not what it is.

The battles I hide under from all-
you don’t see them,
but I know the secret behind them.

I was too weak, unable to go to you.

You are the reason that the scars are here,
you are the reason why I don’t share my feelings.

I hate this life, and sometimes.
sometimes I wish for a new one.

But even then,
I could never actually pull it off.

Why did it have to go this far?

I wish you could have seen the signs,
and I wish I was strong enough to speak.