I can’t speak
no one will hear me
not tuning in to the sound
even if they could hear me they’re not listening
not hearing my sobs from the corner
that echo all around.
my sadness has evolved
to the point of no return
depression is the word
that no one else has learned.
my happiness was thrown to the shredder
torn into little bits
and that is why I have
all those angry fits.
to me, happiness is foreign
happiness is bad
and that is why I’ll always be very, very sad.
my life is a wreck,
it is left in ruins.
but no one noticed,
no one bothered to look
past the mask I put up
when i hid behind the book.
I learned the real meaning of depression
I’ve learned throughout this year,
by losing all that i held close to me and was very dear,
I distanced myself from everyone,
from every happy thought,
to make sure people weren’t sad,
and didn’t leave like I had planned.