During my 8th grade year it got worse
I suppressed how to depressed I was
And as I gave into Anxiety I slowly felt my sanity slipping away into the cold dead night
As I ran another metal blade across my arm in hopes of feeling again, I felt the blood run down my arms dripping on to the floor
As I started to shut myself out from the world I felt my will and hopes and dreams packing up and leaving,
And as I sleep and wake every night realizing everything is gone and it feels as if I only have one option,
As I tell myself I can do this deep down I know I'm losing the fight
Day after Day, week after week, my body starts to give up and so do I
I call out for help but no one hears
I cry and I sob and as the tears run down my cheeks I feel it all slip away ...
