Sitting Here Depressed

Sitting here depressed.
I want to self-harm,
but I've lost my blade.
I've needed it all day,
but I guess it doesn't want to comfort me.

I'm feeling all alone
like no one understand me.
I have so many friends that I could call,
but none will understand why.
They'll sit,
and listen to me,
but have nothing to say.

I feel like a disappointment to my family,
but especially towards myself.
Even if I talk to them
I know they won't understand.
They'll ask me all these questions,
but they won't do anything.

Sitting here depressed.
I'm writing my feelings out.
I guess I don't need my blade tonight,
so for now I'll say goodnight.