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.