Once you realize your eyes have opened revealing yet another day,
you can't help but feel a bit disappointed.
Even though most nights are tough,
you're constantly in a battle with your own thoughts,
you can't shake off the fact that, that feeling somehow feels more comforting
than surrounding yourself with people.

Every moment, every action, everything just seems like a task,
a task that you're forced to complete including simple things like walking.
Each day you lose more and more interest in activities your old self found amusing and fun.

You start getting silent and self-kept at home,
yet at school you remain the bubbly person you were,
not because there's a change of mindset,
but because sometimes people at school notice you more than your family does,
and I don't want to be known for the girl who seeks attention anymore.

You start feeling yourself draw away from yourself by 1 mile every day until you're completely lost.
Grades are good, mood - check and room clean,
that's why they don't check up on you, nobody notices it
because you hide it in the shadows where the devil lurks, waiting for a soul to claim,
though you never let go, you fight, though you know you're failing.

So yes, another day is quite challenging,
when you're face to face with a hidden depression.