this house

Im sitting here all alone In silence my head is so empty Its not healing I know but I just cant get up or start crying Im so tired to be here and it's just getting worse Some place holds memories that capture all the heated feelings Very strong feelings Mean words, wrong way of dealing With all these trauma That this house is holding Seems like a lifetime but it was only a couple years ago when my depression started unfolding Still nobody has noticed it Or maybe they did They just lie to themself that why would my daughter be the one who would go through something like this And maybe im in denial too But Im too tired to hide it from everybody Unfortunetly its not something that you can smother with a heavy coffee