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by Malachi Mar 11, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Once upon a time I wanted to die I would hide in my room and cry and cry No one ever noticed and no one would ask And if they ever did I would put on a mask It started a few years back when they got a divorce My parents did split with both yelling and force I was left alone and told to go play But how could I lie and tell them okay I was only a child, but not anymore The year I was four is no more Now I am considered a beautiful young lady But looking in the mirror I no longer see Katie What I see is the scars left behind From a girl once little, perfect, and kind I fight with myself every single day I cannot win, and my body's gone astray When did I start cutting? I said I never will When did I start cursing? Or start popping pills? I must have stopped eating or something else is wrong Dear God please can you help me, where do I belong? My ribs jut from my waist And is that blood I taste? How do they not notice? Why do they look away? Why do I always smile and tell them I'm okay 'Cause the truth is that I lie; I do it every day I can't keep going on, is the prayer that I pray My friends say I am pretty, but that's not what I see Instead I see a dying girl in broken tragedy Who knows when I'll die, damn I do not care I will keep pretending and walking in despair 'Cause when you lose yourself, that is when you die So never let go of yourself, never say goodbye