Depression..

The scary thing about depression

that you can look alive

enough on the outside

for no one to question

just how much pain you're actually in

it burns the skin

revealing wounds within

that you've worked so hard to conceal

nothing feels real

There is just this daze

the daily daze

which comes in waves

and leaves the taste of defeat

but atleast defeat means

that you no longer have to try

and its sad but this pain doesn't subside

until you have destroyed

all that you have ever loved of life

But then, 

whats the point?

In the end your heart is dead

and not a soul will even know.