Deprived

I feel deprived of my dignity,
I must appear to be happy.

Can you not see past my eyes?
The part of me that slowly dies?

I'm buried in all my unseen hurt,
Covered with ashes, coated with dirt.

6 feet down into depression,
But I do not show it in my expression.

You must look deep, into my soul,
Reach down into my earthly hole.

I feel deprived of what was pride,
But now is merely thoughts of suicide.

Deep into the ground I run,
Release my grip upon the gun.

Must escape from my tattered life,
Without the help from any knife.

Mentally I climb, to the top,
No, I'm not going to just stop.

I'm going to find my way to happiness,
I'm going to be out of this distress.