They don’t see what I can’t tell, they can’t understand that I am not well.
Everything is perfectly fine, apart from me and my mind.
Another morning filled with silent tears, this is the worst in years.
I can’t go on and I can’t give up, but I need to make this stop.
It’s crippling me, breaking me into pieces; the overwhelmed feeling increases.
I know they love me, they see me, but even their love can’t free me.
How can they see what I don’t tell, and that I am living in my personal hell?
I dread the moment when i lose my strength and cave. Until now, I have been brave. For now, I safe. Please, keep me safe?