The pain inside runs so deep;
It is making it hard to breathe.
The depression is dragging me down,
Into the darkness,
In which I will drown.
He hurt me so badly and I don't know why?
I only want to sit here and cry.
I need joyful things in which to believe;
But right now,
I feel dying would be a relief.

I put on the face for the world to see;
I fake the smile and laugh insanely!
I won't be pitied and worried about;
My thoughts are dark,
But not talked about!.
Mye children are in my home,
I fight each day to not leave them alone!
I know brings only questions and pain;
I refuse to let my children
Be burdened by such things!

So I fight each and everyday,
The darkness that wants to take me away.
I am so tired of make believe;
Although the truth,
Would be such a relief!
So, I stay to myself and keep it in,
Deep inside, tearing at me again and again.
I plan to keep it inside
Out of the way;
Until it finally catches me;
One of these days!

Katherine Donley