depression selfharm anxiety
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I watch you fade away
begging him to stay
I watch you wait for him
you almost fall off the limb
but
I catch you
like I always do
He hurt us when we were six
I’ve been beaten down by society,
Jumped by depression and anxiety,
Dragged into poverty,
And rejected by happiness,
Yet I still smile.
I don't self harm
Well not anymore
A lie to myself
I self harm and I still feel those long term effects
I can see the old scars still
I want new ones
But I want to show my friends I'm ok
Wake up, get dressed, everyday it's the same
Just another player in the game.
Which mask do I put on?
Which keeps me out of the wrong?
A tiring process a horrible trite
