Pain Poem by Bellezza Real

PAIN
It hurts to smile,
I feel like I am walking a mile of pain,
My thoughts in my brain are strange,
I am trying to change,
I have to much on my plate,
All of this weight on my shoulders is too much,
Everything feels like boulders on my back,
I want to cry,
But I resist the urge,
I have no reason,
So that is what they insist,
I allowed depression to kissed my heart,
If I died would I be missed?