TwistedFate

Alone on purpose, and broken inside strong on the surface silently wiping tears aside Lost and lonely minds, protected by walls crowds are unkind yet still standing tall There's nothing to show, no words are spoken but behind closed doors the silence is broken The over-thinkers curse, thoughts in multitude and to make it worse there's solace in solitude Words with pen on paper, flowing smooth and true no foul, no harm, no caper only honest to a few Conversations are seldom, mainly with the closest around only a handful are welcome because trust isn't easily found To wounds of sticks and stones, the introvert never succumbed whether in public or alone always comfortably numb

We’ve all felt those god awful feelings The kind that hurt so bad they leave us reeling Some people will never understand the pain Or how it slowly but surely drives us insane Depression is a brutal killing machine It’s felt by millions, though it’s rarely seen Most suffer in silence and bottle it all inside And it feels like there’s no bright side It has no remorse, the merciless pain it brings No matter what it stems from, it’s unforgiving Some claim that being emotional is a cry for attention But those people don’t realize that it’s not the intention There’s no way to measure how much pain one endures And nobody has the right to judge that pain, that’s for sure People can be vicious and insufferably remorseless fools And to ridicule someone who suffers, is just plain cruel Imagine the difference we help could make in someone’s heart If we had just listened to them and been there from the start We could save countless lives if we could ju...