My Depression

People think I am granite
They see a guy who is confident
That listens
That smiles
I do try to help
I am there and they see that
I am a friend and they know it
Yet I am a broken
People can't see the cracks
They're hidden
They're secret
I don't ask for their help
Although I should
I really need it now
But they have their own worries
I'm hurting
I'm bleeding
And it is free-flowing
I cry as I type this
I pause and pause again
Depression sinks it's teeth
Can't react
Can't fight
I just crawl to my hole
To suffer in silence
Waiting for answers
That might never come