The heart of a poet

I

Depression is what I have
Sadness is what I bare
Hatred for myself is what runs through my veins
Healed cuts on my skin take me back to the dark days
Do I need help?
I don't know
And I don't know how I feel anymore
Sometimes tears just poor and poor
Sometimes a smile slides across my face
Other days my expression is just blank
How do I feel today?
Nostalgic of all the pain