Depression

Your words, they cut like knives and from my emotions, I'm deprived I cannot count every tear I've cried and from within I have died I'm asking myself why am I here While I'm shedding my not last tear Quietly I have cried outside my room, emotions are deprived I might have a smile everyday but on the inside I'm not okay I have this depression which had become a daily session I can't live like this anymore Because my heart has grown so sore I'm sorry that I must lie about the truth that I want to die