I feel it one again,
depression coming back to me.
My thoughts of suicide,
to feel the need to bleed.

My eyes turn to waterfalls,
constantly leaking tears.
As death becomes no longer,
one of my biggest fears.

The cutting has again started,
this never seems to end.
I'm starting to make it suspicious,
among family and friends.

Among my sleepless nights,
I lie in bed and cry.
No longer wanting to live,
yet knowing I have to try.

It is becoming worse,
each and everyday.
If you ask me what is wrong,
there will be nothing left to say.

I hope I will get better,
for I cannot lose her once more.
She is the reason I am here,
without her I'm so poor.

So I try and fake it,
pretend to be alright.
Till I no longer know its there,
and my cuts are out of sight.
 
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