My Collection of Depression

I added 10 more cuts to my collection today,
Leaving me almost hypnotized, with nothing to say,
Each mark has its own confusing problem to bare,
And with each one comes another filthy stare,
I gave up on trying to cover them long ago,
No matter how hard I try, they continue to show,
My body’s become a masterpiece of jagged lines,
Scars, bruises and carved-in signs,
Each one has a story; a tale of its own,
Helped me along, and with me they’ve grown,
But as I walk by, I get the most horrible looks,
I try to cover my arms with my heavy, school books,
But they all see right through me, they know what I hide,
Just for one day, they should set their perfect lives aside,
If they walked in my shoes, if only for a day,
They might know how it feels and they’d stop what they say,
They’d know how much t hurts and how their words make me cry,
And they’d know how it feels, to have the urge to die,
Their lives are so perfect, not a flaw to been seen,
I crave death already, and I’m not even fourteen,
But I can wish all I like, but it will never come true,
I’ll just have to keep going and trying to make it through.