here goes nothing..

Addictions

The more I write
The less I feel.

The more I cut
The less I'll heal

The way my mind works is a mystery

Its honestly like a story

Except it never ends

The depression is like a battle with myself

But in this battle there are pills,drugs,and blades.

Sometimes there are guns.

But not very often

The more I think

The more I want to die

If I knew what I was going I'd do it.

But I don't know what I'm doing.

You told me "god out you here for a reason."

But you were my reason.

Without you I have no reason..

Sometimes its hard to let go of the things that make you happy because they're also the things that make you sad but what do I know..

...I'm just a teenager.