Nightmares haunt me. Each one revealing a little more of your evil face.

The shadows in the corner of a room. The shadows by a faded light. These shadows are depression. The type that takes you and swallows you whole.

It's hard to live life when you have friends that don't understand. It's even harder when have no friends at all.

I am more dead than alive. I cry more than I sleep. I cut more than I eat. Is there something wrong with me?

I miss the way I used to be. I miss the way I used to feel. I miss the girl who died and left me in her place.

It hurts. Why, you ask? Because you stepped on it, picked it up, ripped it apart, taped it back together and tried to pass it off as a heart.

One little cut turns to two, then three. Soon you find yourself unable to stop in a desperate attempt to end the pain.

Dark takes over light. Bad overpowers good. Cutting substitutes crying. Has there ever been any joy in my life?

I am not nice.
I am not kind.
Like all other poisons.
I fill your mind.
Who am I?

I am Depression.

I am the one you forget about. I am the one you ignore. I am the one that now lies here bleeding. Dying on the floor.