Depression Poem by walter nguyen

Cutting isn't something i do for fun
its something to make me feel that i won
makes me think i won the battles in my head
but its stupid and gay as everyone said
its not how long but what i've been through
now it makes me sad to think of you
i dont know what it is you've done
but it seems as though the end has just begun
i want to cut until i bleed no more
cause this in my head is still a war
i wont show you what i feel
until these battle wounds can heal
i feel like i am fading away from life
being taken away by you and the help of my knife
i hope this can all just go away
cause the world i see is only gray
everyday seems more like hell
as if being trapped in a prison cell
i want you to know i still love you
but is it worth this pain i go through?
only time really knows
it is time to let this poem close
just let me do what i may
cause i will keep cutting even if you dont think its okay