The anger always comes first,
Then other things begin to take hold,
And you thought that anger was the worst,
Yet then those things turn you so cold,

You begin to think about the what ifs,
And hard truth hits,
It makes you contemplate about those cliffs,
By then you begin to lose all your wits,

Then the pain becomes real,
You cant help but to do it,
Yet those cuts always seem to heal,
You question if your reasons were legit,

Fear always comes last,
You tried to hide from it for so long,
Yet you can’t hide from what’s in the past,
You always seem to be wrong,

And you begin not to care,
Things just don't matter anymore,
Your depression dampens the air,
And start to lose your inner war,

Others become concerned,
You begin to feel bad,
How you treat them is unearned,
Yet you cant help but feeling sad,

You wonder how it will all end,
You worry about it every last breath,
Will it end when you mend,
Or will it end with your death.








 
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