I'm not depressed, I'm just venting.

I swear I'm not depressed, this is just how i wright.
And I understand, why you'd be worried, with my old use of knives.
But I'm better now,
It's just easy to vent.
Because all my life i have been bent, and bent.
Bent to get used to things, new things that i didn't want.
But i like them now, I promise i swear.
That to my happiness,
Nothing could compare.
Yes, I get sad at times,
and i write saddening things,
But they are out of the love for being me.
I am me, Nothing can ever change that,
I'm still the happy girl i used to be,
I just have some scars,
But they make me, Me.
:)