You don't know

You can say that you've been sad before but you don't know how I feel.
You can tell me to get over it, but this illness is still real.
You can try to pick me up but it doesn't mean I won't still be down.
You can say you see me laughing and playing but on the inside I still frown.


I can tell you how I'm feeling but I can't make you feel my pain.
I can appreciate you trying to help while still taking your gesture in vein.
I can laugh and smile and seem normal while still loathing I exist.
I can get through the day but that doesn't mean I still didn't want to quit.


I hate that I can not make you feel and see what's going on in my mind.
I hate that I seem mean and hateful; I wish I truly mean to be kind.
I hate that the fact that I can't make this madness ever go away.
I hate that the fact that I feel like I'll never believe that you will always stay.


Your words and gestured don't go unnoticed just to let you know.
I needed to know you loved me especially when I was at my all-time low.
I feel like I can't love anymore, I feel like I can't go on.
You don't know what it's like to feel so weak but have to remain strong.


I hope that one day you will see my struggle but in the end I know that you don't know.


by Chad Nolan

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