Barely Breathing

Behind The Walls of Depression

I don't know what I am anymore, who I am anymore.
What I want to be anymore..
Everything makes me upset, it's like trying to breathe while you're underwater.
It's like crying but no tears come out.
It's like calling out for help but no ones there, because you're calling out for no one you don't want anyone.
It's like you're favorite blade, the way it glides across your skin.
Sinking deeper and deeper into your soul.
Like bleeding black.
Like bleeding in general..
Behind walls screaming and banging hoping for an escape.
The thing is...you've made your home.
You've realized you're wanted here, like the demons are telling you that they'll be there when no one else is.
Like the nights you spend alone crying.
Crying yourself to sleep...
Waiting for someone to come rescue you, secretly wishing to die..
I want to bleed.
I want it back..
I don't know what I am anymore. Who I was, who I want to be.
I am no longer me.