Then how they can go so horribly wrong…
One minute you’re smiling on the beach—
The next, you’re crying over the bathroom sink.
You don’t know how the depression appeared—
All you know is that it’s here to stay.
Sometimes the sadness is too overwhelming—
To the point where it actually hurts to think.
You tell yourself it’s a short phase—
But you struggle to keep the agony at bay.
The depression takes over—
you can’t seem to do anything right.
You need an escape—
To find some peace and quiet.
Yet the mental battle continues—
And you cry yourself to sleep at night.
All your thoughts are in an angry jumble—
Your feelings organizing their own riot.
Then there it is—
The glare from a menacing blade.
But it seems friendly—
Like it has a solution.
The pain it offers is refreshing—
Uncontrollable feelings begin to fade.
You feel authority course through your veins—
Rebuilding your constitution.
You continue the process—
Keeping it a private affair.
You don’t them to know—
But you find yourself telling lies.
Guilt consumes you as the razor dwells against your skin—
You want to stop but you don’t dare.
It makes you happy—
It stifles the cries.
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