she cut her arm
with lonely blades
to feel
the nectar of pain
inside her heart
then hide the scars
to look
perfect again

how do
i cure
my depression:

𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬

there was once
me and you
against the world

now there is
me against you
who once my world

Depression is, living in a snowglobe.
Watching the world move around you.
While you're dealing with the guilt
of waking up disappointed for being alive.
Mania is just making up for lost time.