Depression

I've downed a thousand pills

and relearned how to take a breath

I've sold my soul to therapy,

yet still wish I was dead

its hard for me to fall asleep

because I think of knives and ropes

or about the boy I never had

and how he crushed my hopes

I've turned my friends to enemies,

beat my heart 'til it was sore

I've saved myself a thousand times

each time wishing I didn't more

-lr