Batting Depression

Depression

Sitting in your room,

your fighting,

mom says to do something,

I'm thinking yeah...

I am i'm battling this war and losing,

Dead inside,

so lonely,

insecure,

invisible,

thinking will this ever end?

Anger i am feeling these changing emotions of mine,

so angry i swipe the blade against my arm,

once,

twice and again.

i cant take this,

i feel so dead inside,

just want to end it all.

until this day

scars lie on my arm,

but you cant see .