Tired of the Act.

The world believes the strength is real,

A steady hand, a quiet face.

They do not see the things to feel,

Within the dark and lonely space.

To wake up tired from the start,

And go to sleep with heavy eyes.

A hollow beat within the heart,

Beneath the weight of all the lies.

He smiles to hide the inner storm,

And acts as if the world is fine.

To keep the outer image warm,

While walking on a thin, gray line.

He cries alone and wipes the tears,

Then walks away to face the crowd.

To hide the many quiet fears,

That never get to speak out loud.

Day 87 / 365

Everyone sees the strength, but no one sees the battle.

It is called functional depression,

Being "okay" enough to show up,

But not okay enough to truly live.

He wakes up tired and goes to sleep tired,

Fighting a war inside his head that never stops.

He has learned how to hide the pain so people stop asking questions.

People think he is unbreakable,

But the truth is he is just surviving.

When he actually needs someone, there is only silence.

He wipes his face, hides the tears, and walks out like nothing happened.

He doesn't want attention; he just wants to be seen and to finally breathe without hurting.

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