As I lay snuggled in these blankets,
I feel the need to talk to you,
But it's hard to remember who you are,

Today I talked to you again,
The whole time I wanted to get up,
And press my body against yours,

To bring me back to life,
But I have to remember,
That this isn't Disney this is life,

Depression for me is something that kills you mentally,
That constantly eats your self-esteem,
So when you need it,
It's gone,

It brings the blade to your skin,
The pills to your stomach,
The smoke to your lungs,
And a glass of ***** to your lips,

Making you think it's all my fault,
Because to me it is my fault,
And it will never stop being my fault

So here's to the people,
The people with no self-esteem,
And trust issues,
For we have one thing,
We are all the interesting.

You slipped out of my hands,
Glass shattering on the ground,
Spred out into a million pieces,
You and me,

Polar opposites that no longer attract,
And two contents drifting away from each other,
The cold water in between,
That not a sole would to dip their toes into,

For you were shy,
and I was just me.

I
I sat on a bench in the park,
Talking to death,
People staring and whispering,

I didn’t care I laughed at them,
And kept talking to him,
I loved the way he talked,

Always offering a great bargain
I would gladly accept it,
And say good bye, see you tomorrow.

We
We always laughed together,
Talking on that park bench,
Stealing pieces of each other,

We never gave them back,
Keeping them for only us,
Knowing unexposed secrets,

We deteriorated each other ,
Until we would come down,
All at once falling down,

You
You were watching us,
Standing in the crowd whispering,
To the other people around you,

You were interested but confused,
Wondering why,
But there was no answer,

You wanted to find an answer,
But were scared to say anything,
Now you are stuck wondering forever.
~Zalea

As you stand there yelling at me I can't deside,
Wither to go to the kitchen and stab myself,
Or sit there and listen to you bring me down for the tenth time,

I chose option B because you tell me to grow up,
And you deside what I will do when I'm older,
Because what I want to be isent good enough for your life style,

You are planing tommrow while I live tommrow,
With a laughter and a smile,
You live with flash cards and notes,

For I chose to live of studying,
And you are jelous of it,
For I will never grow up until I have fully expericened life.

I sat on the swing,
Shifting my body weight,
Coasting higher by the seconds,
leaving all my thoughts behind,

Finally I am soaring high,
Wind hugging my body,
And the blue sky outlined with white clouds,
Creating an instant shock of insanity,

Making me feel like I'm about to be swallowed,
And I might never come back down to earth,
Because I'm finally happy,
Here on this swing alone.
~Zalea

The house is a suburban town house,
In the back bedroom there's two holes in the wall,
One carpet knife hidden under the carpet,
Along with three blades,
Two windows line the side wall,
One with a chip in the windowpane,
The other with a lose screen to sneak out,
The closet doors are broken,
When you look at it now it's it empty room,
Buried in secrets,
That I have left a year ago,
When I closed the door that,
Was threatened to be taken off its hinges,
               One,
                         Last,
                                    Time.

The bottle stares at you with defiance,
It's the one thing that makes you different than the rest,
One wrong move and your an outkast,
Pushing in the middle of a crowd going the wrong way,
Shunned out forever,
So you try to blend in but people know,
Your secretly marked forever,
With a symbol of different.

The breath gets kicked out of me,
I no longer have access to my lungs,
My thighs burn,
But I keep pushing,
Pushing out the thoughts,
Memories,
Running away from my past,
Wich cannot be won by me.

Your eyes were black pits to everyone,
But to me I see something else in them,
I see a story,

One of pain, fear, and love
Two broken by the pills you swallow,
One still fighting on your wrist.