Warning: This is a poem about depression with mentions of self harm. 

There is a pain that you don't see

A pain that targets specifically me.

A pain that leads, my self hatred fed

Yes this pain is inside my head.

I have no hope.

I cannot cope.

I want to cry.

I do not try.

These words in my head are too dark to speak.

These feelings of mine too heavy and bleak.

What can I do when these voices won't stop?

I'm left on a ledge just about to drop.

I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of regret,

No hope for me, pain is all that I get.

But if there is someone who can come fill my void,

Would I really be open to that kind of joy?

I have no hope.

I cannot cope.

I want to cry.

I'm too scared to try.

Drifting alone in a sea of darkness,

The words of others filled with su hardness.

I cling to what little joy I can grasp,

But such sweet light things often don't last.

This fight with myself,

Feelings shoved up on a shelf,

Outside you see a bright smile

While inside I choke on bile.

I have no hope.

I cannot cope.

I want to cry.

Why should I try?

These feelings of mine are too hard to hide.

They seep into my skin and leave my hands tied.

A blade in my hand seems the only solution.

If I could love myself, it'd start a revolution.

I scream in my mind "Someone help me I'm falling!" 

But I have no voice to use for the calling.

Instead I just write, or I draw, or I cry

I have no hope, I cannot try.

This life I've been giving is burning to ash,

When the thoughts in my head and my heart start to clash.

But I will be strong, and I'll soldier on

I need to get better before I am gone.

So I will still hope.

Somehow I'll cope.

I will not cry,

I will still try.

What you do not see is a fight for my life.

Each and everyday a head full of strife.

Though I may bend and sometime I crack,

I want you to know it's not strength that I lack.

I am a fighter

My days will get brighter.

I'm not alone,

My heart is not stone.

Because there is still hope.

There are ways to cope.

There's no need to cry,

Just stand up and try.

You don't see my pain I hide it quiet well.

That's why with this poem it's you that I tell.

The days will get better I want you to hear,

My dark thoughts won't win, I am still here.