Drowning on dry land...

I'm tired of pointing fingers and playing guess the name,
When its me all along...drowning in self pity and shame.

I'm tired of hiding pain and building guilt inside,
My emotions don't come to play...they just remain and hide.

Inside I'm nearly dieing as every day slowly appears,
My cheeks become tomato red, so my shirt is full of tears.

Depression is the name, yet unnoticed is the key,
No one to share this life with but torn depressed me.

I cant remember when i last smiled and knew that it was real,
All i ever wanted was my broken life to heal.