Nothing's Clear
I don't know why I'm writing this,
I don't know why I'm here,
I don't know why I'm so depressed,
And nothing's really clear.
I guess i'm writing this just because,
I'm really really bored,
And there's sadness still inside still inside,
That can no longer be stored.
I don't know why I'm here,
Just hurting everyday,
And how depressed I am right now,
I can't begin to say.
I don't know why I'm so depressed,
And my anger just floats about,
Then i slit my wrists with razorblades,
To get the anger out.
Only one person knew about it,
The cutting, that's what "it" is,
And as he's swoarn to secrecy,
The burdon is mine and his.
Some red lines on my left,
And white scars on my right,
And every time I see it,
It is a horrid sight.
Cuz it only means one thing:
Depression's killing me inside,
And promises that I'll stop,
I can not abide.
cmnt even if u hate it!!
The Original Waffle Community Member 
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