Depressed

Depressed
I feel it must be written on my cheek
It's obvious
It's crushing me
I'm not numb 
just used to the pain 
He doesn't know
He probably won't 
I don't want to talk about it
Or really talk at all
Normally my lips feel like a prison that blocks my words
But now it's just a closed door 
That keeps me safe behind
My mind used to feel like the Galaxy 
The stars were my ideas
But now I sit and try to think
And all I think is "think"
My eyes sting
I'm tired
I've been tired
I'm always tired