My depression is

My depression is a line I’m standing on

Right on the edge

Waiting

Waiting for something to push me one way

Or the other

I am never 100% okay

On one side of the line it’s happiness

Something I wish I have felt everyday

The other side...

Is grieve,self doubt, pain, harm,thoughts...

Loneliness.....

I don’t know what is wrong with

I am scared to get help

To admit that I am the way I am

I don’t know what the world would say

Thoughts happen in my head

They scream at me from time to time

Why are you still here?

What am I living for?

Why am I still trying?

Why did I wake up this morning?

I don’t necessarily want to die.

But I don’t want to go on living this way.

I can’t tell my parents because who knows,

Who knows if they’ll still be my parents after this

I could hurt myself....

But what if someone sees..

I want help

I want to end this version of myself

It all started with paper cuts in third grade

And now, 5 years later it’s lead me here...

Thanks......