Why am I always so depressed?
Why can't it stop?
Tears well up in my eyes
Words stuck in my throat.
I try to get help but I can't move
Feet stuck to the floor
And hands Jittering quickly
Make this stop
Make this stop
Make this stop

It's getting hot in here
I feel like I'm drowning
I can't breath- I'm going to pass out
Or am I?
Why can't anyone tell?
I need help but I can't speak
So numb so numb
Quick breathing. Someone

Sit by the fire.
Drink with your friends.
Forget about the fact that you're a liar.
Maybe someday they'll know.
You can't help but admire
The faces who sit beside you.
You get teary thinking about when they expire.
But they can't see that.
They can't see your brain becoming rewired

Nothing goes my way
Everything is wrong
My world is crumbling
This is Hell
Let me leave
My mind is Hell
I'm ready to go
Go where?
Don't let me go insane
I'm scared.

I drag the blade across my jagged skin
My breath is heavy and cold
Tears pour down my face as cutting never gets old
A lot is pouring out
I hate this addiction, it needs to stop now
But it can't, I can't
I cut to feel something, I hate feeling numb
It only helps for a second

I bet if we jumped
from my window together, our
fall would shake the earth.
we both want to die together
to be with each other forever
this plan is not the worst.
maybe the day we jump,
our souls will go on forever.
may the day we die, only be our first
for if we are together
my life will no longer be
the worst

the blood drips down my legs
oh my
what have i done this time?
The warm feeling of
the blood leaking
is the worst,
but it's comforting
knowing the blood is real
knowing that I'm still alive.
The blood drips down my legs
Its stings a lot
what happened to the happy
little kid I once was.
"That's okay though"
I whisper to myself
as i close my eyes and
fall asleep.
The blood drips down my legs

I feel like my thoughts
are pouring out my ears
everyone can hear things
that i don't want them to hear
that's not a good thing
they'll make fun of me
if they hear my thoughts
they wouldn't leave me be
they'd all bully me
I'm being sincere
these types of thoughts
I want no one to hear

The blood drips--
Warm but cold.
Nothing changes--
The feeling is old.
Quiet sobs--
Come from my room.
This unsettling addiction--
Will be my doom.

When I die will I go to
heaven or hell?
Maybe somewhere we don't know about.
Wherever I go,
will it be better than here?
I hope it's a perfect place
Why are people here *******?
Everything

Do you ever wonder why
People fight about what happens when we die?
I do.
This shouldn't be a fight
It's death, alright.
It'll happen to us all
We'll know what happens soon enough