Depression is like a stomach bug. It looks like there's nothing wrong on the outside. But you hurt inside. Soon enough everything spills out, and you feel better. Gross but true.

I just get so sad. When I get sad, I listen to sad songs, that make me cry. When I cry, I don't like to talk. When I don't talk, I shut down. When I shut down, I just lay down. While it feels like I'm drowning. The weight of the world crushing me. Like waves in the sea. I wish someone would come and save me. Anyone. Otherwise, just let me rest in peace. I've already drowned.

"Remember when I said I would always be there?" Yeah, I do. Apparently "always" is a very short time.

I'm not perfect.
Neither are you.
It's time to face the truth.

Windy, cold morning.
Blowing on love's past.
A tired tombstone.
Has begun to crack.
As it begins to shatter.
So does the surrounding too decay.
Trapped by the memories.
Which it failed to save.
Broken, and forgotten.
It's inscription weeps.
In loneliness it stands.
Hugged by the wind.
Never escaping the feeling.
It's appearance tends to hide.
Left to remain.
Cold and grave.

Strong, brave, and confident.
Bruised, battered, and worn.
Hold on tight, and you'll win this fight.
But alas her lips were sewn shut.
Not a word. Not a peep.
So she wrote in her diary.
As if it were a song.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.
As she hid where she thought she'd be safe.
Where the gestapo couldn't find her.
But one day, there was her fate.
Right in front of her.
The camp that carried the disease into her.
As she and her sister both died.
The only thing left was her diary.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.

Written on my arms, lays a story untold. Enfolding me in sin. I'm breathless, and alone. I stand in a lifeless world. Surrounded by cold. Unforgiven, and broken by your heart of stone.

Written on my arms, lays a story left unspoken. Enfolding me in darkness. Leaving me scared, and alone. I stand in a careless world I am left broken. Unforgiven and shattered by your heart of stone.

Written on my arms with blood, is my life's fear. Enfolding me in lies. Leaving me helpless, and alone. I stand in a cruel world. I am left laying here. Unforgiven, and dead by your heart of stone.

Written on my arms, lays a scar. Enfolding me in a tale. Which left me lost and torn. My dream deprived of sleep. A winter lacking cold. A song without lyrics. A world where I wasn't born. A tale that has left my world shattered, and torn.