Depressed-Deviants

Hide me underneath your wing Protect me from the storm Teach me how to breathe again Keep me safe and warm I cannot fight the war What are we even fighting for? I can't win this battle All on my own... Someone save me now, Before I fall apart, And stop this beating heart, From beating anymore So please, save me... After all, What are we fighting for?

It feels as if my reflection Points a gun at its own head, As my bullet shoots the mirror And paints the floor with red, And it feels as if my gun Just isn't steady in my hand, Because darling, when I jump off cliffs, Do you think I always land? It feels as if the razor blade Might be my only friend, And it feels as if the broken glass Might soon begin to bend, Because my reflection is distorted, love. Can't you see that, love, can't you see? I'm pointing a gun at the mirror, And the mirror points back at me.

i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade. they told me it didn't count if you felt like dying unless you had it down on paper like a vetoed birth certificate. i've rewritten it enough times since to realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye. goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to hold and i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell them why. why they weren't enough to keep me here. but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery- the kind it takes to stay. stay. i learned to wear death like rope burn my junior year my senior year we became friends but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wrist

I fell down. I got up. I fall again. I feel. I hurt. I am waiting... waiting for the clouds to break... and the sun to make it's way through the rift... Just a crack of light. That's all I plead. But yet that seems too much to ask. I shouldn't be waiting, I should be acting. Acting. Acting. Waiting isn't going to get me anywhere.

I'm a bad kid Why? Because bad kids break rules I break the same rule everyday You're not supposed to wear masks in school I wear an emotional mask, hiding what I don't want seen

I. I took a walk once, and Depression walked alongside me. "I want to be alone," I told him. "I know," he replied, "Why do you think I'm here?" II. "I have a plan," Depression said to me. "Not today," I said. "I'm tired." He frowned and asked, "How did you know my plan?" III. I gave the weekend over to Depression but he took three days instead of two. "Think of it as an investment," he said. "And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night without regrets." IV. Fallen to the floor I look up and see he's smiling at me. "You know what they say about old dogs." He's doing this on purpose, I know he is- and it's working. "They can't l

Remember that trip I declined your offer on? I wish I didn't. Remember that question you asked me? I wish I had said yes. Remember that advice you gave me on life? I wish I had taken it. Remember that accident? I wish I had helped with the aftermath. Remember what I did with my life? Of course you don't. How can you remember something I never did?

Forever in an unjust life I live alone No one to lean on No one to love No one to call my own in any way. Who do I rely on? Who cares for me? Who calls me their own? What do I do? Everyone I know has someone to love and live for Why not me? Why them? What makes them so different? Everyone says life isn’t fair But why couldn’t life at least do this for me? This is unjust in the extreme But who am I to ask what is just and unjust? Why would I even get the notion that I know the difference? What did I even do to life to deserve this? All I wanted was to be like others. Why couldn’t I at least get that? Every

Why walk when I can run? Why frown when I can smile? Why talk when I can sing? Why stand when I can dance? Why cry when I can laugh? I walk for I have no energy I frown for I have no joy I talk for I have no happy lyrics I stand for I have no motivation And I cry for the one thing I do have: depression.