I have scars.
I'm not ashamed of them
I embrace them
They've told me who's
True and who's fake
Without them
Everything would still be boiling inside
Almost overflowing
But not quite yet snapping
But you see I already have
I've snapped
And I've
Broken
And I've broken some more
And then I'm happier
I'm getting better
But I've only started
Fresh
But the stress level is rising
The depression finding a
New place to
Sink it's teeth into me
To pull me back
To tempt me into breaking
The promises
I've already thought about breaking
To relapse
To break once again
Just for the hell of it
To go back to that dark place
Because no one bothers me
When I'm there
No one sees that
I'm slowly dying inside
And I prefer it that way
My depression isn't shown in the form of tears
Instead it shows it's disgusting head
In the form of anger
Because that's who I am
I'm anger and pain
From everyone who's promised they wouldn't leave
But did it
Anyways.
People I thought I could trust.
I have scars.
And I'm growing more
And more
And more
Ashamed of them
Every passing moment.
