I say I am okay,
but we both know I'm not.
You know what I did last night.
I know what you thought.
You know that I sat there and cried.
You see right through my guilty lies.
I had the blade to my wrist
for the first time in a while, I gave it a twist.
I was so proud. I made it almost a year.
Why did I even bother shedding another tear?
Its because depression isn't a phase,
It lasts forever
No matter how good your life is put together.
You think you're happy, but that's the phase.
Happiness is the act on the stage.
So that happened :/ two days ago, I did it again. I cut. And I am not posting this for attention, Im posting for help and advice.