The tears run down and fall off my nose
I hide in my attic where nobody goes
I clench my fists
And gasp for air
My head is pounding
But i don’t care
No matter what i do
Depression always pulls me back
‘No you can’t be happy’ it says
‘The only way you’ll ever be happy is if you’re dead’
I shake my head and pull my hair
I dig my nails into my skin
And watch my arms bleed
Trying to fight these demons
I’m not gonna let them ******* win..
Because of all of this I don’t feel alive it doesn’t make sense
I just wanna be alright I ******* hate this
Please let me go, let me be happy it’s been
8 ******* years please let me live my life in peace,
I’ve been chained up like a ******* dog
By depression and anxiety
They’re both slowly killing me they don’t let anyone or even myself try to save me
Please...all of this needs to stop..
Depression makes me feel like a *******
I feel like a burden to my friends..even to my own ******* family
When I was younger, before my cousin killed himself he said: “Depression is like a big fur coat
It's made of dead things but it still keeps me warm.”
I didn’t know what he meant..
But just as depression and anxiety started to consume I finally got it..
I’ll admit..one of these days, I don’t know when
I’m gonna eventually give up,
Put a gun against my head and pull the ******* trigger..


~Lupita Society