No one hates me more than I hate myself.
I wanna get up, get razors from a shelve.
Depression hits me again
sadness, is my new friend.
Everything scares the hell out of me
can’t do anything right
voices screaming
I can’t stand up and fight.
I should’ve died
the first time I tried.
But they locked me up
in a place so dark
I could not breathe.
Scars never stay,
they always fade away.
It ***** because I was getting better
but I think I’ll stay in darkness forever.
Voices come in,
don’t leave me alone.
I’m dead inside.
Nothing but bones.
Don’t know how to talk
can’t communicate at all
only through writing
but who wants to read this ****?