Quiet
Thinking about why I'm here
Listening as the world crumbles
Lonely
I've pushed everyone away
For reasons unknown to even me
Broken
Hurt by things I've seen
And past experiences
Scarred
By the blade I put to my skin
Marked by the words repeated in my head
Hopeless
I've given up on finding help
Nothing has worked and nothing will
Depressed
Not because I am sad
But because I feel there is no reason for my existence