IF THIS BODY
WEREN'T MINE
WOULD I STILL
HATE IT?

Cuts on my wrists
hands curled into fists
will i even be missed

Writing a note
i wrote
i love you and it wasn't your fault

That's a lie
i want to die and
its partly your fault

I can't tell you that so i
Sit and i cry

Why do i
Live like this

Will i even be missed

There are only three words
Three words that embellish our world
Three words that makes two hearts in one

A sentence that makes our heart beat faster
A feeling you want to experience forever
A person you want to love forever.

I love you.

Me,
You,
Were two,
Now one,
I heard words,
Wrote a poem,
Called it a love letter,
Sent it to her,
But it was all wrong,
Now it's a distant memory.

Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.