there is so much uncharted territory that comes with
experiencing depression.
playing limbo with the bar that is your self-esteem,
getting lower by the second,
grabbing the steering wheel
then driving yourself insane...

my childhood was filled with a constant repetition of
"sticks and stones can break my bones
but words will never hurt me"
and thus, i was taught
that others couldn't break me with their words.
what i wasn't taught
is that sometimes you break yourself with words,
fighting,
not to draw blood,
but to ****,
so even though your words will never hurt me,
my own words will be the death of me.