A deep emotional, invisible bruise
Comes from depth of insecurity and blues!
Does anyone know that I was near the brink?
Yet I was much closer to it than anyone think!
There were smiles, jokes disguised the feeling inside.
Someone said, “How are you?” “Fine!” I lied.
When you are asked, “how are you?”, what do they mean?
Regardless, “Yes,” you walk away, I often seen.
No probing the real thing, like why I am mad?
On low or wretched state, why I am sad?
A shallow, content look that you’ve kept;
Or even the sight of perhaps you’ve slept.
Wishing that you perceived before saying, “Are you hurting?”
Without any words, holding my hands, stops me from deserting!
But you didn’t lift the mask I was wearing;
Or peer in brave veneer to see my feeble bearing.
By myself, all alone sat in my room and cried.
How I wanted the nagging bile would leave or subside.
I popped some pills, crying, in the time not forgiving.
Not even a soul alive grateful of my living!! …