Selfharm/depressed/Dark poems

Part 3

You dont just wake up depressed, it just slowly creeps up on you and ruins your life.

-When they first see your cuts and scars and right away they call you 'emo'

NO B*TCH IM A SURVIVOR!

-She's the girl who cries her self to sleep,

and wakes up and goes threw her day faking a smile.

-Its amazing what you can hide under a long sleeve and a fake smile.

-My arms are scarred and pale,

They never see the sun,

My bestfriend is my razor blade,

Making my blood run,

My pain trickles down my skin and drips onto the floor,

A habit practiced only behind a locked door,

It doesnt hurt, not much at least,

Only a few cuts,

After  that it all goes numb,

So i can make bigger ruts,

Maybe the pain is still there,

but all i know by this point

im just to angry to care..

i cut deeper and deeper each time

a part of me is screaming stop!

but the other part loves the crime,

im to fat gone to care

everything i do is wrong

and i know life is unfair

im stupid, ugly, useless, worthless, pand pathetic

i hate myself and everything about me

i cut and cut even more

till im bleeding on the floor

if lifes a quiz i failed the test...

You are never truly alone i know sometimes you can feel alone but you are never truly alone other people have gone threw what you have and your never alone (: you are loved ♥ never forget that!