Depression

I cut & cut & cut Some more,
but it seems i never begin to get sore,
im abused, hurt, & always crying,
but my grave is soon to be where i'll be lying,
depressed, hurt, & always alone,
but it seems i have a heart of stone,
i argue, fight, & disagree,
but most of the time i fall to my knees,
i scream, shout, & make a rawr,
but really my heart is parcially tore.... :/