Catch Me, I’m Falling

Why do others get to let the darkness inside overtake them,

and I have to pretend that I am fine

and that nothing is wrong

and I'm not this huge,

depressed mess

all the time?

Physically I'm here.

Mentally, I'm hiding under the covers,

hair unwashed,

not wanting to eat

or drink

or see the light.

And it feels like no one cares.

Or maybe they just choose to not care.

I just want someone to see my struggle

let me cry

and tell me that it will be okay.

I want someone to acknowledge that I am keeping it together

and that it is okay to feel completely burnt out.

I just...

want someone to look past the mask

that has been plastered to my face for so long...