***NOTE: This isn't really a poem, but it can be triggering so please if you get triggered easily don't read.

You know this thing called depression?
It happened like centuries ago
You don't even understand
Once it starts
It's hard to get out
I want to stop fighting
But you keep supporting me
Does it ever stop?
I put the blade to my wrist
Watched the blood seep out
I can't stop
Let me stop
Please just let me go
I'm not worth the hold
You don't understand
How much it hurts
I try to smile
I try to be happy
But I feel dead
Like a flower in the winter
Nobody wants me
They just watch me fall apart
I'm too numb to cry
But weak enough to cut
I try to put it down
But it clings to my hand
I make my mark
It's my art
I can't stop
Please let me stop
I watch myself drown
While everyone else breathes
They all judge
If only they felt this pain
Once it starts
It's hard to get out
I feel so trapped
I'm all alone
I just want a hand to hold
You know this thing called depression?
It has my back
Wherever I go
I can't escape
I just want to stop
Please let me stop

** Don't ever cut its not worth it, if you ever need to talk you can always come talk to me :)

-hannah