Fragile

I am more fragile than you think.

I put on this tough girl act, but in reality, I'm more broken than you know.

My struggle with depression is worse than I let on. 

My battle with anxiety is eating me alive.

Everytime I step outisde my bedroom I put on a happy face, but I'm terrified you'll see the real me.

I act cheery, but inside all I wanna do is lay in my bed and sleep

Late night shower cry scessions have become a regular thing.

Crying myself to sleep feels more normal then going to sleep without it.

My motivation level to do anything but sleep is almost non-existent.

I'm fragile.

I'm fragile, i just put on a mask so you dont see that I am.