Why must this be so hard
Growing up I was intelligent
Have a amazing degree
But the closed doors remind me
My age is all that matters

Life kicked me down
My own mother pushes me further
Reminding me that
It is only the scars she sees

Talked aitha friend
Trying to distract myself
And get kicked again
Reminded that my past
Is what they see

I thought I got to shed those chains
Break free of the torment
Called depression and suicide

But I guess the chains grew thin and tight
Like wire around my skin
Will it be painful
When the wire cuts?
Or will it be cut with ease
As I draw a final breath?