Depression
Suffering and smothering in this cloud
It's depression in the form of a shroud
It covers me up and I just can't take it
Not another trip I just won't be able to make it
I'll never survive another one of these
I don't care what everyone else sees
It's not so easy to just be free
And I'm not just making a scene
Theres nothing to be done to intervene
I don't intend to set off this chain of events
But to you none of this makes any sense
Because youve never experienced any of this
It's all fake is what you constantly insist
Try for once living my life as I do
Then you'll see why I am am dreaming,
Dreaming of the knife instead of you
Slashing my wirsts and never being missed
If you actually care you can find the page containing my 'surviving works' below, I'm not some great writer though and it's pretty much what you'd expect of a 15 year old, complete with grammatical and spelling errors.