I never knew quite what triggers were What they could make you feel , let alone what they make you do I knew i had depression , severe depression That was obvious But i never realized the word Depression was a trigger Anytime i see it in an article or hear it in a song I can vividly sense my heart beating faster than normal Can feel it slithering away from the source of that ****** word However when i say it , nothing I feel nothing that i havent felt before So i never tried to avoid this word that provoked me Never did anything to somewhat fix this labored breathing Never called for help when my eyes were bleeding salt water Salt water that stung my cuts , stung the incision on my heart Sliced because every time i knew i couldnt handle any more I pushed more hurt to my hurting I never knew quite what triggers were But if i knew living would be this hard I wouldnt of put in the effort
I look at broken things like i can fix them , and i've caught myself staring at the world