Sophomores are Hard on the Eyes

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This was it.

The place I wanted to get to.

I had just enough,

And I still felt humane.

I fell in love.

And he loved me back.

It was quick and sweet,

But still so heartbreaking.

I made some new friends,

We don't talk today.

They showed me a path,

And that path I became.

I found my first drink,

My first indulgence.

My first life changing moment.

I started to burn.

A knife in my hand. 

I wanted to hurt.

To hurt was to feel.

My life was a wreck.

And I cried every night.

I don't know where I was going,

But I know where I'd been.

When the going gets tough,

You push the blade deeper in.

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