According to some people’s definition I am the coolest person ever
well they might be right cause to them depression is the new cool and
loneliness is the new trend.
The funny thing about depression is the fact that you know something
is wrong but can’t do anything to stop it, you just seat there on the
throne of darkness you made yourself like the mad king from Game of
thrones all alone with nothing but the tiny voices in your head, slowly
losing the concept of life and majestically walking down the rabbit hole
My eyes are like that of a fresh dead fish, dark as midnight cause they
are dead and fresh cause I die every night, dried out cause I make it rain
on my pillows every dawn to me that a sign of a beautiful morn
Every day is a battle between my body and mind, one want to end it
all, drop the curtain and call it quit while the other want to sour to the
peak and spread joy and laughter, sure I laugh but am not happy, I
sleep but I never rest me and happiness broke up a long time ago, like
my past experience with love, he said am not giving it my all, trust me, I
tried but how can I give it my all when I don’t know what it means to
give it all, makes me wonder why my shadow is still following me am I
worth following?
Nobody has ever give me something but they sure like taking things
from me
My mom take from me the right to complain about everything to her
am a lady am supposed to be weak, but I don’t want to be
My dad take from me my right to be weak according to him I am a
queen, does he know that the crown can be very heavy sometimes
My head take from me peace, quiet and my imagination which turned
to nightmares host by sleep paralysis
My heart take from me my right to choose who to skip for I can’t stop
falling for the wrong ones my cupid must be high on pot
If I could change I would, but what is the point of changing if the world
is still the same maybe I will understand when am older?
Last week I cut myself just to see my mom’s reaction, she ran over with
first aid kit to treat me, in a blink of eye the bleeding stopped without
me crying for help she came, my dad dive into his not so funny jokes to
take my mind of the pain,
So why didn’t they hear my scream for help
Am broken!
Held together by band aid, cell tapes and bubble gums a little push and
its over
Look into my eyes and see that the light in there is snuffed out by me!
Am locked in this cage I call my head yet the keys are in my hands!
There is nothing cool about having friends and still feel alone, there is
nothing cool about being alive yet feel invisible, there is nothing cool
about being the strongest at the same time the weakest, there is
nothing cool about suffocation, there is nothing cool about depression
am tired of being the cool kid…
Oops there I go again talking to the mirror hoping someone will hear
me from the other side…
