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Depression

I think it's easier to watch my blood spill
Maybe it will help people see me
What would happen if I gave it all away?
Would they see?
I don't want anything
So I can't have anything to live for
Dear Honesty, you're hurting me
Making me sincere for the door.
Making Death a friend of mine.
Silent tears cry from my heart.
No one cares about me, no one lives for me
The ones that do are the ones that brought me here
My parents
But sometimes... it's not enough
Now I contemplate
On what I should do.
No one wants to be around me because I'm annoying,
but everyone cares when I'm 'broken'.
What if I weren't even here?
Would they change? Would they care?
I'm not sure, but now that the tears have traveled to my eyes
Maybe I won't be able to see my life being taken before my eyes
ANd maybe I won't have to deal with anything.
Maybe I'll get a pardon in hell, or a pass in heaven, just to sit there for eternity.

I'd like that.

Then maybe I'll actually be looked at.

It hurts.