Thanks Depression

Fuck this
I'm done.
I'm over feeling tired
Feeling no emotion other than self inflicted physical pain
The cuts remind me I'm still alive
I can't even deal with it
I have this perfect fucking guy in front me
He holds me and kisses me when that is what I need
And he is amazing
And I want to be with him

But. There is always a but.

I lay in his arms. And kiss his lips.
And as I do. I don't feel anything.
Thanks depression.
Thanks for taking my happiness away
Thanks for being that fucking black cloud over me for the past 6 years.
Thanks for the scars
The over doses
The failed attempts.
It like a taunt. I bet you can't do it.
You fail at everything. Even killing yourself.

One day I'll prove you wrong.
One day