Alone in the dark,
with no one at my side,
no place to seek shelter,
i’ve got no place to hide.
nobody understands
not a soul can comprehend
that’s why on the surface
to be happy i pretend.
my plate remains empty,
I’m just too scared to eat,
food is now my enemy,
which every day i meet.
PTSD, depression,
anorexia, anxiety
why is it a stigma
in this corrupt society?
We’re crying and suffering,
yet we must remain under cover,
we’re afraid someone will see through,
and the truth they’ll discover.
Scared and frightened,
unsure of what to do
rooted to my hiding place,
stay out of everyone’s view.
To act normal and to go on
of us is expected,
otherwise there won’t be shidduchim
we’ll be considered defected.
HELP I cry in pain,
I wish someone would hear,
if so would they come rescue?
do they even care?
Can somebody listen?
w/ someone my pain to share?
or I’m not allowed to talk,
if I even dare…