JasmineRay

Depression

I'm not afraid of the dark and im not afraid to die. It was depression who wrapped me up instead of my sheets at night. It was depression who made me cut and slice it was depression who always pushed my back in and made me fall deeper into my feelings. It was depression who gave me thoughts of suicide and I planed it out in my head. It was depression who made me want to shoot myself dead, Hang myself, Cut my self till I bled and I would run to go get thread. I would try to sew myself back together but it was depression who took the needle right out of my hand. It was depression who gave me these thoughts in my head, who was I? What was I? & what was my purpose to live, I remember the first time i met  depression it was hard to kill but you can't kill something that's already dead and I looked at my hands and seen blood dripping and I and I and I opened my eye's and looked at my hands and seen that their clean and that im still living.

Comments1

  • chefeyman

    It's constant. Like time itself. Never give in. Decide you have won and you will. Keep writing.



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