Depression eats you and guts you;
You feel nothing but it leaves you with bruises;
You leave scars slitting your paper thin skin trying to feel something but all you feel is the same;
You say you're fine but inside you are filled with nothing but shame;
Everyday you look at yourself and ask is today the day;
But when people ask you about your day you always respond with it was okay;
You never were okay and you knew it, so one day you said '***** it' and cried;
That night you swallowed the pills hoping you would have just died