My depression

The light at the end of the tunel is a train

I never thought cut

I never thought kill

I never thought go.

I always thought, no.

No, don't do this to yourself your better than this,

Only to walk out of my room to idiot

Useless

Worthless

Garbage

And MANY hurtful sentences that brought me down.

I fell for a long, long, long time.

I never stopped falling.

No one in this town,

Neighborhood,

City,

World,

Will ever make me feel beautiful or smart or funny

Those feelings are drained from me.

I never felt that way, honey

I forgot what it feels like

To look in the mirror and say,

Beautiful.

Smart.

Hilarious.

With me it's always

Ugly

Idiot

Boring.