There is no metaphor for this

There is no metaphor for this

The usual words are just careless

Not "sadness" nor "a lack of bliss"

Bumbling mumbles say "numbness"

But there is no way that I can say

How I’m feeling everyday

Each blend of words just sounds cliché

Allegories "death, decay"

"my heart's gone cold"

"I don't fit the mold"

I'm watching myself disappear

And on top of that, is all the fear

There is no metaphor for this

Nothing loved ones won't dismiss

I can explain bits and parts

But even then, where to start?

Should I focus on the pain

Or the non-stop guilt and shame?

Do I feel trapped in my head

And how come I don't leave my bed?

It seems that no one understands

And when they send a helping hand...

They say things like, "just live, laugh, love"

I often do all the above

I often smile and make them laugh

As evidenced by photographs

Depression cannot look like me

They want an illness they can see

An illness at a high degree

They don't care 'bout balled up fists

They're only counting bleeding wrists

And even then they want more proof

They want me standing on a roof

I'm tired and I'm on the mend

But if you call yourself a friend

Careful of the hand you lend

Remember that I can't relate

The explanation you await

There is no metaphor for this

But even so it does exist.