Too Weak

Wallowing in my depression,
Dying to break free,
Dying to show them who I really am,
Show them the real me.

Putting on a brave face,
To fool them into believing,
That i'm happy as I am,
And I don't want to stop breathing.

Lying through my teeth,
To get through every single day,
Wishing my true feelings,
Were something I could say.

Crying my self to sleep,
Everynight in my bed,
Regretting all the things,
That I really should have said.

Hoping for the best,
Every morning when I wake,
Wondering why the night before,
My life I did not take.

Staring out my window,
A tear rolls down my cheek,
The final tear to ever fall,
I've now become too weak.