I smile in front of you,
I'm laughing with you.
I can joke around
and be happy with you.

Yes, I can do anything—
to hide this pain.
Pretend that everything is fine
even if I'm broken inside.

I'm living in a society—
where I don't belong.
People don't understand me
and doesn't believe me.

My depression is so deep
like the ocean that I coudn't dive in.
My anxiety is so strong
and is slowly making me frail.

I want to be free,
I don't want to—
linger in this situation.
Can someone get me out of here?

How am I able to reach out?
Will someone even attempt to—
extend their hand and help me?
Will they hear me screaming inside?

I am not okay,
who's going to believe this?
Are they going to say that—
they're also feeling the same way?

I want to end my life,
would they understand this line?
Would they lend me a knife
or help me lessen the pain?

I want to shout out loud
that I'm not really okay!
I wanted at least someone to know—
that I'm broken and need to be fixed.