The Real Me

A battle with depression,
a fight she cannot win.
no matter how strong she is,
she knows she'll give in.

she smiles like she means it,
but her smile is a fake.
each night that she goes to sleep,
hoping she doesn't wake.

she doesn't know how she does it,
yet each day she makes it through.
wishing she could turn back time,
wishing she could start new.

each day it hurts a little more,
yet she cannot seem to share,
just how she is really feeling,
she fears no one will care.

she thinks so badly of herself,
but she doesn't say how she feels.
she's scared when she says it aloud,
the pain will become to real.

each day is her own battle,
each day she goes through hell.
on her face is a painted smile,
but inside she is not well.

she doesn't want to be like this,
she desperately wants you to see.
she just wants to smile & be happy,
oh yeah, and that girl is me.