depression

Am I wasting my time?
Should I be here?
I can't find the words,
Nor see through the tears.

I'm tired of being around,
And being picked apart.
I can barely think,
With this sunken heart.

My days are short and busy,
Nights cold and long.
I put on a brave face,
But I'm sick of being strong.

I'm always wiping their tears,
But whose there for me?
I'm lost inside a world,
A world I hate to be.

I'm a slave to the darkness,
I've fought to find my way.