i am different, so you prescribe me with pills to make me feel aye-okay but now I'm that girl who takes pills. you know the girl who's ****** up in the head. the girl who had scars covering her wrists and who talks to the counselors once a week. you know who I'm talking about everyone knows her. i don't want to be that girl. that girl who's known for being sad, the one who's just never really there. the girl who you went to school with for 5 years and you still don't know her name.

I called on the echoes of my loneliness,
            but you never answered my sorrowing
            verses that fell like razor wire tears.

Lacerating within the repetition as each one
                   was a dissection of my emotions.
                    You never collected in fear of being wounded.

But you were the one that cut me profoundly,
        words were your weapon.Versed in  broken glass
        shards, syllables are blades and my tears crimson.

Once upon a time
They used to be lost in woods
But now they are lost in their thoughts.
Once upon a time
They used to drown in oceans
But now they drown in their own thoughts.
Once upon a time
They used to be stabbed by their enemies
But now they hold the blades to their skin.
Once upon a time
They used to be bullied by the bullies
But now they are bullied by their minds.
Once upon a time
They used to pray to live
And now they pray to die.

Depression is smeared makeup mixed with tears
Depression is giving up on makeup and your appearance altogether
Depression is hiding behind a painted on smile that masks how you truly feel
Depression is losing the ability to love yourself, and then losing yourself
Depression is what takes over your heart, life and mind
Depression is being alone at 4 am and the only friend you have is the sharp silver thing hidden away from prying eyes
Depression is the satisfaction as the water becomes slowly tinted with crimson
Depression is the the darkness of your heart and the ruby red life leaking out of your wrist swirling together
Depression is wondering why your life has to be covered with the cloud of blackness
Depression is trying to hold on to that last bit of hope when you know, deep down, that there is none left
Depression is hiding in the bathroom and crying for no reason
Depression is feeling helpless when they take your blades and you resort to any form of pain you can get
Depression is needing that tangible feeling, because this **** isn't gonna just stay in your mind
Depression is feeling like everything is against you
Depression is feeling like nothing
Depression is feeling nothing

Cut me cut me little blade
Save me from this mess I've made
Rupture my arteries and veins
Stop the red blood choochoo trains
Hush now hush now little blade
Don't tell them that I'm in pain

Blades are all different
they range in
shape,
size,
colour,

You choose what blade you use,
whether it be your sharp tongue,
or the ones you drag across your wrist,
they all inflict pain,
whether it be on yourself or others,
the truth is no matter how you use them,
what they look like,
or who they are used on,
they are all the same.

They all cause pain

Too young they say.

Too young for dark circles hiding under my eyes and
too young for aches in pains in my body and
too young to be so sad we shove blades in our arms and
too young to say we're in love; " it's just your hormones"

If I'm too young to live this life then why and I living it.