' 'depression' 'mental illness' 'suicidal thoughts' 'suicidal' 'self-harm'
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Maybe im crazy
Maybe theres no hope
But you'd dissagree
I'm your unhealthy adictition
A habbitit you dont want to break
I'm a broken watch
There for looks
Just there for dusplay
You know what's weird? The fact I throw up when I see blood, but I wish and crave to see it when I carve the red lines into my arm.
These words
These words are knifes
These knifes carve skin
This skin leaks blood
That blood, made up of cells
Cells, the building blocks of life itself
I don't know what I am without you,
I don't love myself unless I have you.
I need you, I want you, I can’t live without you.
But you’d kill me if you got the chance
Hello my friend,
How are you?
My name is depression,
And I'm going to destory you.
Fuck off,
Go away,
No time to deal with you,
You can't lead me astray.
When i was falling to my death
seeing light for the last time
i took my deepest breath
i remembered when i climbed
that bridge and jumped from behind
thinking in my mind
that i would be able to find
