Step 1-wake up
Step 2-get up
Step 3-show up
Step 4- think about how no one will give a **** if you complete step 2 and 3 while struggling to accomplish step 1.
Depression

I don’t want to be dead
But dieing
would be less painful then existing
That’s what you don’t get.
I don’t want your attention
With all my scars
They are there because
I got to a point where
It was so painful
That it didn’t hurt
And life was just a mess of words
And you were not even a thought
Because I was empty
And those scars
They fill with red
To bring me back
I do no do this for you
I do not do this for attention
I do this because in the moment
I would rather be dead
And Every time I fall into this moment
They get deeper
And I fear that next time
I may not wake up

Do you love me?
The hand print on my arm say you do
Do you love me?
The bruises on my body say you do
Do you love me?
The loss of air as you squeeze my throat means that you truely love me, right?
The black eyes means you love me
The death threats do as well
The namecalling and insulting means you love me, right?

Which means you love her too
So when you touched her,
I didn’t move
As you hit her
I didn’t flinch
As she bled
I didn’t falter
As she choked through breaths
I stood still, stayed silent
And as the life from her eyes left
I walked away.

Because that’s just what love is...
right?

Thy wind doth cause chaos
Thy brain doth cause it too
Thy sky dost do many things
Thy mind dost think them too

I’m jealous of the way they have your attention
I’m jealous of the way they smile with you
I’m jealous of the way they laugh
I’m jealous of the happiness you give them
I’m jealous of they way people make you a person
I’m not jealous of someone
I’m jealous of something
Something they have
Happiness