I promised myself one ******* slice.
But, I hold the knife.
And I can't stop.
One x after another..
Why do I bother?

Hate for myself.
And I can't blame anyone else.
The time tells me that I'm alone.
E**xactly what did you expect?

Hope is slipping through my hands..
Like sand..
And the pain is something I can't stand.
The world is closing in.
You can take away the pain..
But, that won't be enough this time..

Thought I could
do this on my own.

I was really wrong.

You used to care.

But, then you
started dating him.

He made you
choose him over me.

I used to come to you in pieces..

*So you could make me whole.

Dear Depression..
Will you ever get a ******* clue?
I've honestly had enough of you.
You break me apart..  
You pick the wounds.
They'll never heal.
Go ahead, take another piece of me.
You tear me down.
You try to tell me you can hear me.
But, I'm screaming.
I'm bleeding.
I can't forget this horrible feeling.
The tingle.
The want to die.
I have a confession to make.
I've had more than I can take.
You're gonna make me break.
I don't have a perfect life.
It's not a perfect circle.
But, you're gonna **** me one day.
I didn't used to feel this way..
But, you're burning me down.
And, I can't stick around.