I try my best to be a good person.

But no matter what I do, I'm still worthless.

I try to fix myself as much as I can.

But nothing has been working to plan.

I keep quiet about my depression.

Because no one can handle my confessions.

I try to keep a smile on my face.

So that I don't look out of place.

I'm exhausted trying to keep everything hidden.

I'm always locked in my mental prison.

I tell everyone that I am okay.

Even though my mind is far away.

I'm locked inside my brain.

Metal bars making up a cage.

Some days I can't fake it well.

But no one sees through this shell.

I am a shell of the person I once was.

I guess I am just a lost cause.

I'm tired of trying to fight to live my life.

At the end of this tunnel, I see no light.

I changed my ways, yet everything remains the same.

I'm done being the only one they blame.

No one will see the depression that lies beneath.

They don't see that I feel so incomplete.

It's incredibly draining trying to be perfect.

Especially when everyone treats me like an object.

No one sees how bad I truly feel.

They all tell me it's not real.

I learned how to deal with it all myself.

No one will help me deal with this hell.