Pay attention to your surroundings
Always count exits
And cameras
And make sure you aren't alone
For loneliness causes the voices to surface
And you know what happens then

Convince yourself you have company
Even if you're alone
Crying in a corner
Facing sword-wielding demons with a rock

Alone
Hurt

Waiting for your savior
To come from above
To help you resurface

They never come

Someday, my punishment will end
I'll be free form this hellish earth
Until then I must mask myself
And serve my sentence with diligence

I walk these roads alone
With thoughts swarming through my head
Music in my ears flowing like water through them all
Like air through a spiders web

The water drowning my thoughts
Them fighting for air
Soon they will give up
Freeing me from their despair

Days blend into weeks
Mind dulling and dying
But it's okay, for in the end
My soul will go back to hell

I don't know why some people believe that depression is just a joke
nothing about depression is a joke I've been there and I'm still there
every time I need someone they aren't there they're all busy
every time I need someone to cry or to lean on they aren't there
doing something else than to talk to me for even just a minute
hell they even forget about me when they are away ignoring me
even if I'm depressed I would love someone with the same mentality
love someone who has depression show they they are special
prove them that they are not alone; that you're always there for them

Welcome to my generation where
teens want to die,
They feel worthless and no one needs them
in their life anymore,
They self harm so they don't **** themselves
so they can last another day,
Wake up wishing they hadn't
woken up,
They tell us to be ourselves
but they judge us,
They say not to hide what we feel
but depressed people are annoying.

Just when I thought
That I had dug myself out
You come in
Preaching your wonderful lies
And you drag me back under
Burying me deeper
Than before
And maybe this time
I’ll just let myself rot instead.

Isn't it insane
that mental
and physical
are so intertwined
through pain?

Slice your wrists
when you're numb
you won't feel a thing
If you are truly numb
a cut with a blade
is painless

then slowly
as the euphoria subsides
a dull throbbing begins
it's quiet at first
if you listen too hard
it's not there at all

then as the night goes on
and the high is gone
you feel everything
each slice
each word
and at that moment
all you want
is for the numb to return

Eventually
the wounds begin to heal
they don't hurt like they used to
And you are renewed
a blank canvas
null of emotion
and  you pick up the blade again
for all that you want now is the pain to return
to paint your paper red
and to feel everything
once more;

All I know is the sadness
That claws up through my throat
The screams and wails of my demons
Wanting to release their pain and agony

All I know is anxiety
The scary fact of living
Everything I’ve ever known
Disappearing into oblivion

All I know is heartbreak
The emptiness of my heart
The source of all my sorrows
Everything tearing me apart

No matter what I feel
No one will see
No one will notice
No one will care