No Faith In Me
They do not trust me.
You would think
that family would trust you
beyond others assumptions.
they accuse of my
things that I am not.
They do not trust
They pawn me off
so they can go be
what they have accused me of.
Sick Of Living
Sick of living
Sick of pain
Sick of rejection
Sick of humanity
Sick of everything.
I'm sorry for the pain I have caused.
I'm sorry for the things I've done wrong.
I'm sorry for the bad things about me.
I'm sorry for the world being so shitty.
I'm sorry for it all.
I can only hope you will forgive me.
I can only hope that things will get better.
I can only hope for release.
I can only hope for the pain to stop.
I feel as if I have been abandoned
Even though there are people all around me.
I can only feel the depression sinking in deeper and deeper
it's a disease, spreading through my veins,
becoming worse and worse with every breath I take.
The true face of my depression surronded
in the same black shroud that I am surronded in.
The disease spreads farther and farther
Cutting me deeper and deeper.
Those around me laugh at my pain,
They laugh at my blood.
My depression has sunk to new divisions,
The disease has finally spread throughout my blood stream.
To end my depression forever,
To finally rid myself of the disease.
But I cut it short.
This Is What Depression Is Like
Loss of interest
Quiet and uncaring
I sit alone.
I know I'm hurting people
with my silence
but I can't talk long.
Things stabbing at my heart,
all happiness repelling me.
whenever I see
the thing that hurts me most.
Tears beginning to form,
sets in deeper.
Settling into cracks and crevices.
Cutting loose stitches,
that held pieces together.
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