Maybe I am a little depressed.

I got new shoes today. I was so excited to wear them
so I put them on right away and walked through town all day
my black footsteps leaving my mark in the mud,
and even though I loved them,
they still rubbed my skin raw
and I bled through my socks,
but I know we all get blisters.
I know we're all depressed,
but I think some of us are dark,
and then there are those of us who are darker.
Who are self-destructive and aware of the night that grips us
and we say we want to get better,
but what would we do if we ever stopped being sad?
Who would we be,
in a world without demons pouring out of our eyes?

See, I kind of like seeing the blood running down my heels.