You slipped out of my hands,
Glass shattering on the ground,
Spred out into a million pieces,
You and me,

Polar opposites that no longer attract,
And two contents drifting away from each other,
The cold water in between,
That not a sole would to dip their toes into,

For you were shy,
and I was just me.

Depression for me is something that kills you mentally,
That constantly eats your self-esteem,
So when you need it,
It's gone,

It brings the blade to your skin,
The pills to your stomach,
The smoke to your lungs,
And a glass of ***** to your lips,

Making you think it's all my fault,
Because to me it is my fault,
And it will never stop being my fault

So here's to the people,
The people with no self-esteem,
And trust issues,
For we have one thing,
We are all the interesting.