Depression- A disorder in which my soul completly dies...

I hate it when I bleed,
I hate it when I cry
I hate it when I slit my wrsits
Hoping that I die

I'm not afraid of darkness, I'm afraid of what it means...

Please don't LOOK AT ME,
I'M too much of A DISGRACE.

I wish to commit suicide, but feelings slowly subside

Music is what feelings sound like

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings, but silence breaks your heart.

But finally, after all the tears, I've drowned.
After all the cuts, blood still runs down.
The distance between us is hurting; my heart seared.
But the closeness was what really killed me, what I really feared.

Symbol: A tear (sign of strength, yet it contains pain...)

I'm holding onto a dream that won't come true