Depression

Bruises on my fingers
Where I gripped far too tight.

Cuts on my arms
Where I dragged the blade down

Blood on my skin
Where I sliced the knife through

Fractures on my fists
Where the wall felt my rage

Ladders on my leg
Where I let my guilt loose

Numb in my mind
Where I couldn’t feel pain

Salt on my face
Where I continuously cried

Alone in a crowd
Where no-one saw my hurt