There are so many sides of me.
The bitter. The sad. The angry. The depressed. The suicidal.
They see only one side - the calm and collected.
They don’t see how bitter I’ve become because of the breakups. They don’t see how I’ve been completely destroying myself. They don’t see how I am alone in this battle against myself. They don’t see how I hold myself up in the midst of the war. They don’t see the pain in my eyes. They can’t hear the mask in my laughs. They don’t see the scars in my smile.
They don’t see me.
And if they did? They’d back off. They’d stay away. They’d probably even send me to a doctor, tell me the antidepressants will make it all the better. They’d try their best to get me cured because it was only a case of heartbreak. The depression? “Everyone feels depressed sometimes, that’s life.”
Nobody has seen me for who I really am. Not even my ex, or family, or friends. They haven’t seen what the hurt has done to me.
I can’t reveal this part of me to anyone, or else there’ll be no one left in my life.
The bitter. The sad. The angry. The depressed. The suicidal.
They see only one side - the calm and collected.
They don’t see how bitter I’ve become because of the breakups. They don’t see how I’ve been completely destroying myself. They don’t see how I am alone in this battle against myself. They don’t see how I hold myself up in the midst of the war. They don’t see the pain in my eyes. They can’t hear the mask in my laughs. They don’t see the scars in my smile.
They don’t see me.
And if they did? They’d back off. They’d stay away. They’d probably even send me to a doctor, tell me the antidepressants will make it all the better. They’d try their best to get me cured because it was only a case of heartbreak. The depression? “Everyone feels depressed sometimes, that’s life.”
Nobody has seen me for who I really am. Not even my ex, or family, or friends. They haven’t seen what the hurt has done to me.
I can’t reveal this part of me to anyone, or else there’ll be no one left in my life.