*Feeling confused at the time*
Speak to me, my precious...
It's not that I dont want to
Or that I don't know how...
Please don't cut,
That's what they always say...
I have opened up
Exposed myself completely...
Dear depression you have done me wrong
With all this hurt and pain...
I lose sleep, wondering what might have been,
What will be, and what should have been...
Killing myself is all I can think about
Shame amd embarrassment keeps me quiet...
Everyone tells you to be positive
Little do they know you’re living in quicksand...
I'm sat beside my window looking at the rain...
Hopelessly...
The water is clear
But your wrists are stained red...
Dear Me,
Please take into consideration...
A diamond is a strong and precious gem,
Unbreakable and pleasant to the eyes...