Unidentified

So who am I
As my identity stands
I’m a girl, wishing to die
Holding a blade in her hands

Cutting to feel OK
Just for one minute at a time
I write every single day
To try and clear my mind

I look at myself and see
A girl so trapped and blind
This depression has caught me
And I’ve fallen so far behind

I lie down to sleep but I never can
I just cut and smoke the nights away
Wondering who on earth I am
Wondering if things will ever be OK

I am lost inside, so shattered
All the things that have gone
Were the things that really mattered
And I don’t think I can carry on

I take my pills like my psychiatrist says to
Good little girl, I confess my soul
In the hope I might pull through
But hope is gone, and I have lost all control

I don’t believe I have a future any more
I feel I am dying inside
And I don’t see what’s left to fight for
I seem to be so lost, unidentified.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005