She would not show that she was afraid,
But being and feeling alone was to much to face,
Though everyone said she was so strong,
What they didn't know was that she could barely carry on.
But she knew she would be okay, so she didn't let it get in her way,
Sometimes it all gets a little too much,
But you have to realize that soon the fog will clear up,
And you don't have to be afraid,
Because we're all the same,
And we know that sometimes,
It gets a little too much.

She is looking for me
I know and I can see
But I won't let her win

Not again, and that I mean
She caught me once
Made of me pieces
Ripped me into tears
But I won't let her win

I saw her the past Saturday
But I hide from her that day
I saw her long curly hair
And I recognized her
But I wouldn't let her win

She was blue like my favorite color
But I can sense her odor
And I can hear her sing
I feel her near me
But I won't let her win

She passed by home the Monday
But I hide from her that other day
And I could smiled again

I know I have to say
I have been very sad
And I think I am mad
And It feels so bad
I don't want to let her win

But, Oh!
She's such a good fighter
So hard for me to strike her
But I can't let her win
This is my battle and
for that to win I rather

But Depression is coming for me
She is near me
And I don't want to,
And I can't,
And I won't
let her win.

I can’t see the things you say.
You say that you care and that you love me,
but when I’m around you I feel useless ... worthless.
I have few things in this world that make my life worth living
and those are the things that you threaten to take away
that you threaten to get rid of.
I have cuts on my hips that you have never seen.
That you have never known about.
And when i look at them I see your name.
Oh, but don’t worry I see my father’s name as well.
They appear because it’s the only way I can feel
something other than worthless after speaking with you.
You don’t understand that when you yell
when you tell me I’m not even trying
that you ‘ll take away the only things that keep me alive
I feel horrible.
I feel worthless.
I feel like I don’t matter and that I never have.
You want me to be my sister…
you want me to be you,
but I can’t change who I am.
I am my own person and I guess that isn’t a good thing
at least not in this family.
You carried me for nine months
you gave birth to me.
you raised me.
But you shove me down and take my life away
because it doesn’t suit the way you want things.
The way you want me to be.
I’m sorry I have an opinion that’s not yours
and that I fight for what I believe and think
rather than submitting to your will.
I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.
I’m sorry that you ever had a second daughter.
I’m sorry I’m here.
I’m sorry...

It’s suicide season
broken hearts
long lost minds
Fighting hard for this season to end

lost battles
blood red scars
knife-like words
blackened art
It’s suicide season

Little girl-
don’t give up this fight
it might be suicide season
but seasons have their time