Where do I begin with all these thoughts
I can hear every single one...
How do you hurt without feeling?
How do you smile with no meaning...
To be me is all I want to be
to be yourself is what you say to me...
Let it be
I was told...
Depression
the word I hate so much...
What cutting does for me
what it does is many things...
My excape
people look down at it...
Right befor your eyes
you see me laying and crying...
I walk around with emptiness,
The scars I wear are easy to miss...
My heart is shutting down again
as fast as lightning strikes down a tree...
I feel sick to my stomach
I've never been this lost...
On my knees
looking at you you...