Depression

There is no word to describe it,
only thoughts and emotions.

It is a burning hole in your chest.
Everybody can add  a plaster
  or rip one away.
You never know which they choose
  until it is too late.

In a marathon you are behind,
  wading through mud
    with concrete shoes.
Nobody looks twice
  and you wander
    what is it that they see?

You stretch a hand out
  but it is only slapped away.
So you smile
  and say that everything is fine.
It's far from it.

Silent tears will stain your pillow.
How can you express your feelings?
How do you say you are mess up
  without saying,
    'I'm very very sad a lot of the time'?

It is the thoughts you lock away
  and throw away the key for
    that nobody can see but you.
And they mock and taunt,
  tell you that you're pathetic. Worthless.

How can it be expressed
  the pain of living everyday?
How can it be said
  that you'd rather cry
    than attend that party?
How can you put it
  that everyday is a struggle
    just to smile
      and to walk, one foot in front of the other,
       without taking two steps back?