I weep my heart out no one cares
slowly I have fallen
down into the gray blackness of
despair
anguishing for hours
can barely left my head
dragging myself through the days
I paste on a mask and hope none sees through
my pain is always bubbling up, just beneath;
never rising
I hide the tears and fears
depression slowly pulls me down
lower than the darkest hour
I cry out to Allah to give me relief from the never ending battle
I am bone weary how much longer must I fight against this losing battle
I have fought for years and nothing ever changes
the struggles of depression makes me forget how to smile or laugh
I feel like a big damp cold colorless fog holds onto me
this is a sad poem is it about bipolar depression and wearing masks to act normal?
Yes it is and how it can be exhausting