They say that times a healer but that's not always so,
Time for me seems to eat away and the emptiness inside grows.
Within the space of a week, my dreams of family erupted,
One day I was dreaming of our life ahead, but miscarriage soon interrupted.
Just move on was all I could do as I knew it would be fine,
But as the months tick by it seems the healer is not time.
I'm fine is all I can muster, when asked if I'm ok,
Truth is I dont have another answer, i dont know what to say.
The fog that hangs above me, clouds my ability to think,
Each time I question if I am ok, tears are on the brink.
I dont know why I'm crying but the sadness will not end,
My moods are out of character they're driving me round the bend.
Depression is a disease I've been aware of all my days,
I always thought it could be tamed, I thought it was a phase.
I focus on my health as normal, keep busy, fit and well,
Problem is it's not lifting it's like fighting my way through hell.
The pressure I feel daily is unnecessarily Immense,
I have to dig deep daily as my mask slips in front of friends.
Writing helps me question why I feel the way I do,
Remember someone's always out there, feeling the same as you.
Be ok xxx