The Innocent Victim of Depression

I am so ashamed of my feelings
My constant flirtation with Self Harm
The Blade I turn to when life
Goes wrong

I cannot remember a time before
I faked a smile
And acted like everything was perfect
When I really ached inside

I cry myself to sleep
On a regular basis
Sometimes till no tears are left
I feel so unloved, so alone

I dream of my life before
Wishing I could go back
Most of my happy memories
Replaced with dark, sorrowful ones

The days seem painfully longer
So much colder
As I write my feeling into a poem
Or in a letter to my friend

I hate the fact that every minute I spend been down
Is time I will never get back for happiness
But happiness doesn’t come easily anymore
For I am an innocent victim of Depression

This is for those that are suffering Depression or know someone that is...