Writing my feelings has just stopped working,
In dark thoughts my mind is lurking.
I can't decide which is worse, living or dying.
And I think I was less depressed when you were lying.
Everyone..they're just fading away,
Slipping through my fingers more each day.
This life of mine doesn't really have a whole lot of meaning,
I cut too much and I often find myself just screaming.
I can't really explain why this is happening to me,
Why God won't stop testing me and leave me be.
There has to be a reason, this can't go unexplained,
All of these undried tears, this once pretty face is now stained.
The blood keeps pouring and it just won't stop,
And I'm afraid I'll keep bleeding until the very last drop.
I always thought everything was fine,
Until I realized..this life..it's no longer mine.
I know my mom has taught me better, but I just have no choice,
These days I don't even recognize my own voice.
So I will no longer scream for you, and I will no longer cry.
I will lock my bedroom door and secretly cut until I die.
..This is to my friend who will go unamed..I love her with all of my heart..shes not very popular at school but I am...and I dont look down on her because we share some of the same depression..and I know that she wants to kill herself but It would hurt me too much..and this is for her..
