My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...

Crushing, breaking
Stress and guilt...

When telling stories of my life,
I make sure to keep an even tone...

Night;
the loneliest time of the day...

Flick, flick, flick,
Flash...

You're drowning,
And very well-aware...

Girls like us,
we're all the same...

He respects my cold silence.
Understands when I start to triple check...

The first boy I gave myself to
Is now being investigated for murder...

Emptiness,
swallowing me whole...

Lilies and dandelions,
opposites per say...

Dark sky,
Night falls...