You say nobody loves you,
Who am I then? I love you.
You say you’re ugly and worthless,
That’s not true, you’re worth way more than this.
You say nobody gives a **** about you,
But how can you not see that I’m with you every step of the way, fighting with and for you.
You say that **** doesn’t deserve you,
And **** right you are.
He doesn’t.
You’re too good for him.
I know I just met you a couples weeks back,
But I’ve grown so fond of you.

Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.

Everybody
loses something -
keys
and
coins
and
letters
from
old lovers
It takes
nearly
a lifetime
to lose
these things
for good -
So
what is
the soul
allowed
to keep
I wonder?

i'm lying in bed
and i'm crying
because
i miss you
and i cry harder
because
you don't miss me
and that
breaks my heart
because
you don't want me
like i want you

The red rose on my chest
shows the life that I left.
So much love I wanted to give,
it was my reason to live.
But thorns were caressing me,
loving and hurting me,
leaving scars on my skin.
I covered them in darkness
and tried to smile
but kept screaming within.
Forgotten, unloved, broken...
a dying heart.
Now everything that's left of me
is this red rose on the chest
of a frostbitten soul.

Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.