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This depression has left her barricaded, locked in her very own soul,
Not knowing who she can turn to, her feelings she can't control.
Not trusting those surrounding her, not even the ones that try,
Depression has caused her to believe, that everyone will start to lie.

She has taught herself to lie, and make everyone believe,
That no matter what someone says, there are no cuts under her sleeve.
She'll try her best to hide, behind her rather fake smile.
Praying to herself that no one realizes, she's been pretending for quite awhile.

She has tried her best to stop, but no way will she succeed
That blade has over taken, and it is something she will need.
But the fact that she can't live without it, has scared her way too much,
If she doesn't slow down soon, she'll be fatal to every touch.

But, If the depression were to leave, she would feel so lost and alone,
For she truly doesn't think that she deserves all the friends she has known
She truly cherishes the ones that have chosen to stay,
Even as she prays to herself that they start to think she's okay

And If someone starts to ask questions, she'll lie through her clenched teeth,
Making up a few short stories, so no one knows what she hides underneath.
But if they start to suspect a thing, she'll start to enclose,
Hiding every day what she hopes nobody knows.

And if they start to realize, that she's not alright at all,
She'll try to make it seem like, she hasn't started to fall.
And little will they know, that each night when she's alone,
She picks up her blade, and commits a crime of her own

A crime she feels, is needed, to help her erase the pain,
Even when it leaves her, with nothing at all to gain.
Yet she doesn't seem to care, if she causes serious harm,
Not really caring, as the blood runs down her arm.

She's not always like this, sometimes she does seem to care,
But her feelings are all over the place, and she doesn't want her friends near.
If you were to ask her how she's feeling, she would try her best to lie,
She'll say that she's fine, when deep down she wants to cry.

She has all these crazy illusions, of how she'll end her life,
All of them but one, involve her friend; the knife.
The odd one out is fatal, one blow will cause her death
No one will ever know, that "Help" was her last breath.

*Thankyouu for reading*
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