Desolate

Life is not a piece of cake

Nor swimming during summer's heat

More like a battlefield with enemies 

That you won't like to meet

There's anxiety and depression that will weaken your resolve

And there's doubt who can eat your will

There's sadness to drag you down

And loneliness to sap your strength

Cries of help not heard

But only fell to deaf ears

Silent screams are being made

But not without a single tears

Despondence strikes with no witness

Always the smile before anyone can see

How broken you truly are

And no one can be the remedy

Author's Note

Reviews are always welcome. Sorry for the jumbled thoughts...