Trust me dear I shed the tears, evertime I try to sleep. I crave a blade of any kind just one to keep. I want to cut, slit my wrist, but I know death is my high risk. The way the pain makes me feel, makes me
know I'm not dreaming this is real. I'm emotion less all happiness gone, but tell me dear where did I go wrong? I lost you as a friend, but in the end for you it all worked out. Now I'm crying myself to death, you left me by myself!! Am I not good enough. I'm a freak I know, I'm awkward, I'm ugly, I'm not what I'm expected to be I'm sorry I'm a duck up a mistake. I'm unwanted and unloved, but you don't understand I hurt myself all the time in hopes I'll be wanted but in reality who wants a girl with scars? Who wants a girl who will never believe she is good enough for anyone? Who wants a girl who is never really happy? No one wants me that's the sad truth. My feelings are shattered emotions are tattered. My sense of direction is completely fucked up now. But no one wants me. I'm independent but I need help. I hate people but hate being alone? I don't know what to do? Help..Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it got. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under it's heavy weight and breathe it into my lunges. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in it's arms and not wake up for a long, long time!
