I am a magnet for misery, among self hate and reckless stupidity. With no one to love or be loved by. Pain and sorrow buried within me. Disguised as something I am not and will never be. It hurts to be human, so I’ll swallow your pills and absorb your words as my mind continues to fall apart. No one can hear my silent screams echoing into the distance, as the walls tumble down around me. Pounding on the glass that never breaks, falling but never hitting a ground surface, I am stuck in my head. The pain is too deep, always on the edge to resurface. Hurting is part of being human. Some will rise above it, and others devoured by their depression.

I don't see you struggling.
I'm watching you conquer.
I don't see your weakness, I feel your strength.
Don't let them judge you, make them respect you.
Don't let yourself get down, push yourself higher.
Your children are your cubs so protect them like a lioness,
**** what people say, because you're blowing us all away.

I can disguise myself as love.
I will befriend you.
I most definitely will weaken you.
I will make you cry.
I will break you, shattering your beating *****.
I can ******* over.
I can force myself deeply within you.
I will darken your mind, and betray you.
I will destroy your soul, and torture you.
I will misguide you.
I can worsen you.
I am an infection.
I will cause you confliction.
I will control you, inflict you.
I am your depression.*
I am the cause of your suffering.
I can make you want to die.
I will crush you, beating you down.
I can curse you, providing false hope.
I am a ******* lie.
I can make your life a living hell, make you miserable.
*I probably will **** you.

There is nothing in this cold sadistic world to hold my ground.
Each whim of fate becomes as thin as thread,
as empty as hope.
What is hope anymore?
Every indentation of a lost cause.
What is there left to believe in,
When you are unsure of what you can achieve to believe?
As frail as a snowflake,
Our world slowly shall perish.

Dead in that corner. No blood left to drain. Destroyed by depression, and writhered in pain.
         No life left to Break,
     No more tears to be Cried,
     Not another smile to Fake,
      Razors became stained
                With Suicide,
         Another young heart
                   has Died,
       Too scarred to Survive.

The glow of the dead rings with delight,
The skin of the corpses, cold and white.
Along with the innocent, the dead must fall.
Fatal to our darkest hour.
****** becomes the horizon.

She is scared.
She is afraid.
All she does is cry, behind his eyes.
All she craves is love,
but under his skin he is not what he seems,
but devilish thoughts overwhelm his soul,
he uses her to his advantage
and shall throw her to the side,
once finished.

If a creature
from hollow ground
should wake,
a torment of the devil
shall quake.
In two's the angel's fall
to Earth,
with the slip
of God's hand
and pretenders they will be.
Among humans,
shall they sleep.
And protect the lost souls
before they drown
themselves
in the lakes
of Satan's flames.

The thing about being invisible is the fact that no one can see you and if they can they pretend otherwise. its a peaceful kind of lonely that i indeed appriciate but the pain sinks in and with nothing surrounding you but white walls it becomes a depression more or less a serenity and gives you more time to think about the people you loved the people you lost the people who never gave a **** and then the ones who tried. The **** you've done or someone else had done but it affects you in some way or another and how much of it was accidental, irrational, reckless, fun, with good intentions, or completely and utterly stupid and how much of it was your fault. Life gives you a gun and its up to you wether or not you're going to use the bullets. No one can fix or break you more than yourself. You have to take the chances you're given and grab what it throws at you to learn from your mistakes and to teach whatever beauty and catastrophy comes your way.