These days grow shorter, these words grow dim, my voice is left unheard and you are left on stage. I use to write words of wisdom, now the only thing I write Is my life working 9-5. I use to flow with feelings, pushing me to write poetry, and now I can barely manage to write a paragraph. I use to be myself, and now I'm cast into my own deep thoughts. I've had my share of scars, but none ere as deep as the one you left on me, none were as painful as the sting that rings through my head everytime I see you. I've heard of you, I've heard of the things you've done. My life was perfect without you, and you just show up unannounced. I'm tired of shoving you down with these pills, and washing it away with drugs. I'm tired of dealing with explanations on "why do you have scars?" I'm tired  of calling you a disorder. You have  yourself wrapped around my heart and turned my brightest light. Into my darkest fears. I'm done with this. Leave me and never turn back. I'm tired of feeling people you are my depression.