The one who
matters most to me
hurts me.

•••

Their words from
the past haunt
me to this day.

•••

I thought they
would accept me
complete and fully.

•••

I did for them
no matter what
they told me.

•••

But one slip up
from me broke that
acceptance.

•••

It was never said
but I believe they
meant it.

•••

'You're a freak.'
Are the words my
voices scream at me.

•••

The voices tell me
that's what they meant
when we fought.

•••

The voices tell me
many other things
that make me blue.

•••

My anxiety that
night turned into
depression over time.

•••

There's no cure
for depression. But
how can there?

•••

Depression starts as
a calm wave crashing
against the shore.

•••

It starts out small
but over time it's a
tsunami.

•••

My tears are the
waves, the more I
cry, the more it grows.

•••

There's nothing
that willingly will
be done to stop it.

•••

It's an avalanche.
One more voice
makes it bigger.

•••

My voices urge
it on, wanting
me to be buried.

•••

But does one
more voice really
matter?

•••

I'll always be
as big as my
hope.

•••

But my hope is
as small as a
mouse often.

•••

My arms and
legs beg for their
own bloodshed.

•••

But the person
who is closest to me
made me promise.

•••

The promise that
I wouldn't cut
myself purposely.

•••

Perhaps they saw
this day coming...
who knows?

•••

I'm walking
down a dark path
without a light.

•••

Will someone
please come and
light the way?

•••

Nay, it won't
help when you
need it most.

•••

They'll never be
there for when it's
eats you alive...

-End-

(I just hope they won't read this...I don't want them to feel guilty because of this...)

-Made May 20th, 2018-