Mute in Words, Loud on Paper

It's Different

I thought Depression was sadness.
But now I know, it's so much more.
It leaves you awake at night, just sitting there.
It leaves you sitting there,
Trying to smile, and actually mean it.
Unlike sadness,
It can't be helped.
The emotions I feel,
Are too strong,
I know some survive,
But I know I'm not wrong.
Calls and calls...
Texts and texts...
Little do they know,
They were wrong.
I didn't get better,
Not even a smidge.

I knew that when,
I fell from the bridge.