Depression is a horrible feeling.
When I am depressed there are times I just want to get a knife and cut.
To see my blood flow from my arm on to the ground.
Just to get rid of the pain.
Cutting use to make me feel better. It took away my pain.
I felt numb and when I would cut my wrist,
I felt better I felt less pain.
I had demons from the past haunt me,
I thought that cutting would make
Them go away.
I was wrong. They just kept coming back.
Depression is an emotion, a emotion
That is hard to get rid of.
Depression is forever with you.
When around friends and family,
You hide the emotion the best you could,
You pray that no one will see in you in pain.
But, there is apart of you that wishes,
For someone to see and help you out of your depression.
Depression is the worst feeling.
You go numb, and have the urge
To cut.
Depression, depression, depression.
What exactly is depression?
No one really knows, but they know the feeling.
Depression, urge to cut and to see your blood flow from your wound to the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem