Depression

I Can't Take It Anymore

Dear Hayley:


Just like a ghost

I drift through the days

Trying for reason

Thinking of ways.


Nothing changes

No matter how many pills I take

Give me numbness

And happiness I will fake


You don't pay attention

You don't even look

You don't glance

I'm an open book.


If you listened

You'd see who I really am

You'd know my pain

A fake smile upon her face to hide away the pain.






Cutting deep


And eating disorder

Everything is over

Nothing to keep


So when I die

You can have the guilt

Pay the price

Of the coffin you built


I'm done with tears

And everything more

This is the end

Of an open door.



Silent Tears
Dear: Maddi


Walking through the cloud and rain,

A silent tear escapes her eye,

She wishes she could just lay down and die.


She runs to her room and locks the door,

She looks into the mirror and doesn't recognize the girl looking back anymore.

She grabs a razor and cuts in deep,

With the warm read liquid running down her arm, she falls into a deep, deep sleep.


Awaking in a white bed,

She thinks her dream has come true and that she is finally dead.

Until a nurse walks in to check upon her dressing,

Her dream is crushed, and this has caused her stressing.


Her doctors have put her on medication,

Form her family and herself, this will consist of dedication.

And for the rest of her life, she must live mentally and physically scarred,

Never wanting to leave her own backyard.



Have You Ever Lived My Life

Dear: Caitlin



Have you ever felt like you could do nothing right;

Have you ever felt like giving up the fight;

Have you ever slit your wrists;

Have you ever picked up a knife;

I have 1 question for you,


Have you ever lived my life?


I'm better now and I got help;

but sometimes I feel as though I'm slipping back;

I pick up that old rusted knife, and that bottle of pills, but then I think..

Will hell be full of thrills?

I know it won't and that's what keeps me clean.