Cutting is my way out,
cutting helps me cope.

Smoking is my freedom,
smoking helps me cope.

Singing is my passion,
singing helps me cope.

Crying is my life,
crying helps me cope.

Dying is my dream,
dying will make everything go away.

I need help to cope,
I need help to live.

Depression is my ENTIRE Life.
Depression makes me suicidal.

Anxiety stops me from breathing,
anxiety makes me suicidal.

Having no friends...
It makes everything worse.

The pain, the cutting, the crying, the smoking, the depression, the anxiety...
The Suicidal Thoughts

I JUST WANT TO DIE...

There once was a girl
Who always dressed in blue
She closed herself away
And always stared at her shoes.

The twelve year old girl was frightened
of her fathers right hand
It caused her more pain than
anything in her life span.

At thirteen, she proclaimed that
she'd finally had more than enough,
on account of her vile habits
and of course - her parents' lack of love.

Fourteen had arrived
and she swore to never adore
"I'm sorry, sweetie, I really am
but we can't be anything more."

Fifteen was a gift wrapped
in misery, cigarettes, and age,
and in that time, she said she
was a zoo animal,
Locked within her own cage.

Sixteen she predicted to provide
the most vivacious feelings
and how satisfying it would be
to finally hang stiffly from the ceiling

There Once Was A Girl
Who Always Dressed In Blue
And Little Did Everyone Know
Her Heart Was Too.

Rupture my fingers to imprint no more.
I must leave his heart lying by the door.
For every Touch a human makes.
Shatters the things
that are not meant to break.