Depression at Its Finest

Minds dejected
Bodies destroyed
Piece by piece
Pins and needles all over
My fragile body
I shake
Nothing is at ease
But a grin slides across my face
So I won't be questioned
Feeling as if I am engulfed in water
And I see the surface and I race to the top
But am dragged back down
Everything is pointless in my eyes
My eyes with no hope no happiness
And the only though in my mind is leaving, forever
And the closest I come to it is, scaring my soft pure skin
With glass
Until blood is drawn from my almost lifeless body
And for a moment
All the agony is gone
But that is the thing about depression my friend
It comes back after those three seconds are up

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