I'm not sure where I went wrong.
One day we were best friends,
The next we were not.
What happened?

It was you who carried me home,
when I could not walk.
It was you who made me laugh,
when I could not smile.
It was you who stood up for me,
when I could not talk.

It was you who ****** me,
knowing I was drunk.
It was you who took advantage of me,
knowing I was in a relationship.
It was you who did not stop,
knowing I had asked you to.

You are the reason for,
the tears rolling down my face.
You are the reason for,
the cuts and scars on my arms.
You are the reason for,
all of my anxiety and trust issues.

I should hate you for all of this,
But I don't...

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is feeling alone,
even when you're not.
Depression is feeling worthless,
like you can't do anything right.
Depression is feeling trapped
inside your own dark mind.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is feeling so empty
like there's nothing left inside of you.
Depression is randomly crying
for no reason at all.
Depression is waking up in the morning
and wishing you didn't.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is getting sad
about nothing at all.
Depression is when you feel so empty
you cut your own skin open-
Just to feel something.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is an illness
that is so hard to fight off.

to the self harmer holding the blade, wanting nothing more but for it to kiss flesh, know that you've been days clean and you don't deserve another scar.

to the self harmer digging your nails into your thigh after a fight with your parents, know that this storm will pass.

to the self harmer shaking as you bury countless blades in the dirt, know that you've never been as strong as you are now.

to the self harmer hiding deep under your skin, know that your scars are nothing more than a reminder that you're still alive.

to the self harmer rocking the realest smile you have had in weeks, you made it.

Emptiness
That's what I feel.
It's like the world is going on
But I'm stuck in this hole.

I can't get out.
I can't breathe.
Why do I feel this way?
Empty.

It's not sadness,
It's not pain
It's nothing.
I feel nothing.

Nobody notices
Nobody asks why
Nobody asks about the cuts
Nobody.

Nothing motivates me.
Nothing makes me happy yet-
Nothing makes me sad.
Nothing.

The worst feeling in the world-
Is not feeling at all.
Everything is happening around you
And you're not there.