I wear a mask

The pain and isolation of depression.

I wear a mask
to hide my pain.
So deep inside
it will remain.

I have worn it
for oh so long.
It's very haunting
like a slow sad song.

I don't remember
when it came.
All I know is
it will remain.

I don't laugh
or even smile.
It's been some time.
It's been a while.

The mask I wear
it has a name.
"Depression," he says,
is what's to blame.

It feels so empty
and so alone.
I feel haunted.
It's in my bones.

I need sunshine
not this rain.
To free myself
from all the pain.

I need some help.
I need to feel.
Only then,
will I start to heal.