I've never felt so alone.

The pain is too much. Please tell me how to make it go away.

I'm such a chicken. I have the knife here in my hands. Why can't I do it? Maybe because I know it would kill you too.

Is this really what I want? I don't know any more.

Do you like my fake smile? Is it any diffrent than the real one? You'll never know.

I am the one you forget about. I am the one you ignore. I am the one that now lies here bleeding. Dying on the floor.

I am not nice.
I am not kind.
Like all other poisons.
I fill your mind.
Who am I?

I am Depression.

Dark takes over light. Bad overpowers good. Cutting substitutes crying. Has there ever been any joy in my life?

One little cut turns to two, then three. Soon you find yourself unable to stop in a desperate attempt to end the pain.

It hurts. Why, you ask? Because you stepped on it, picked it up, ripped it apart, taped it back together and tried to pass it off as a heart.