Invisible Pain

You think depression is a joke
that it's just a game
You like to poke
Cause you believe it's a false claim 
You say I should just decide to be happy 
it's as easy as that
Because you can't see the wounds 
I don't have any visible scars
You can't see the pain
or hear the voices that constantly play in my head
You don't feel the ache in my arms
or know the deep desire to be held
You don't know what it's like to give until you're empty, then give more
and never receive in return 
You don't understand why I would want to die
Just float up into the sky
You don't see the frequent nights when I soak my pillow with endless tears
feeling confused as to why
You believe I'm lazy
constantly seeking attention 
You don't feel the severe pain in my chest when I struggle just to breathe
You don't understand my desire to be held, wrapped safely in someone's arms, comforted like a scared wounded child
You don't understand what it's like to live this way
And the worst part of all is that you don't care to ever understand until it's too late.
People say tomorrow is promised to no one
and then live like they have an endless supply of  time 

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