Would it be better if I crawled into a ball and cried,

showing my hopeless despair?

My emotions are flat on the outside but I’m screaming deep within.

Just as I ‘don’t look sick’ with an invisible illness

My emotions are far deeper and more broken than you can imagine.

My brain stuck, deep in the muck, frozen in a paralyzed state

But you can’t see or you refuse to hear the truth behind my shattered words

A desperate cry, a plea for help, in the only way in which I know

because otherwise it will be too late…

Too late for you to finally show.

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