It creeps in softly, like a thief in the night, Stealing my laughter, dimming my light. A smile on my face, but pain in my chest, I’m fighting these battles, with no time to rest. My thoughts are heavy, they whisper and shout, Telling me stories I can’t live without. I wear a mask so no one can see, The war that’s raging deep inside me. I drown in silence, but no one can hear, The voice that trembles between hope and fear. The world keeps moving, bright and loud, While I’m fading quietly inside the crowd. But somewhere within, a spark still burns, A lesson of strength that pain returns. Depression may break, but it can’t define, This fragile heart — this soul still mine. ☁️