I'm not alive, I'm barely breathing.
I'm putting slits in my wrists to keep on feeling.
I'm not dead or alive,
I'm just trying to survive.
But when I see you thrive,
I'll make it my drive
If it means I get to see you.
You're one of the very few
To treat me like a real friend
But I'm ugly, that's a bad trend.
Why are you friends with someone like me?
Sadness and anger is what you will be.
I know you love me,
And I love you too....
But no one should love me,
and everyone should you.
YOU ARE READING
~Depression Poems~
Teen FictionBasically anything that either relates to how you're feeling, or something to help cheer you up when no one else is there for you. Message me if you need to c:
