Depression

It's in the depth of

The fake smiles and silences

Where our pain resides,

It's in the depth of our hearts

Where the feelings are buried,

Locked up and sealed for

Nobody to see what's inside,

It's a large wall we create

For ourselves in order to protect us,

From the things that may penetrate,

From the things that can harm us,

From the people who may demotivate,

We may seem very quiet upfront

But there are screams

That keeps echoing deep inside

It's a feeling that none can comprehend,

But always felt by those

Who deals with them every time,

It's a long term battle

That never seems to end,

Yet we claim to others

That everything is fine,

It's hard to explain something

That we don't quite understand,

Harder to forget what we deal with each day,

How we battle it hard to

Keep some peace inside,

We suffer from the memories of our pasts

That never leaves us alone,

It's a pain that needs to be dealt with,

Yet there's no one is ready to hear

The voice trapped inside,

How long are we going to dampen our pain

In fears of realizing its seriousness?

How long would we keep avoiding them

Thinking they will subside?

Isn't life about spreading happiness?

Then, why do we still hesitate to

Help each other to heal from inside?