The years of my deppression

She gets to a new school

its ok not really cool

and she starts to get used

they treat her like a tool

and they abuse her

she becomes a puppy dog

she goes along

but she doesn't realize

her heart is singing a sad song

and she will soon have to dry her eyes

she meets a friend

she wants to be there to the end

a hand she will always lend

you see her friend needs her trust

because after her daddy's gone

love is a must

She realizes her friend is a pawn

all she does is play her

saying shes graceful like a swan

but all she is a viper

soon she will stab her in the back

and she will feel like

shes having a heart attack

She gets along

teachers are a little scary

but shes singing a happy song

she dreams about boys she might marry

she feels nothing can go wrong

but she doesn't see all the burdens she can carry  

Her summer is hot

its ok she has friends

she runs around like a tot

never knowing she would make amends

or that her soul would rot

so many people would be at her ends

but she would not

a hand they shall not  lend

She goes back

her second year

she is without attack

having a pierced in her ear

growing up

no longer a little pup

she learns some things

and her heart a soul

they sing

She falls in love

he is so pretty

and she thanks above

when he finds her witty

they are together

for along while

she thought they would be forever

his name was kyle

soon the year became to a close

sixth grade gone

her spirits have not rose

she is now as weak as a fawn

with tiny legs

she stays up til dawn

and begs

for a simple reason to be happy

She stays up at night

crying for a boy

nothing she did was right

she felt like his toy

shes losing her will her might

losing her joy

giving up on her fight

She hopes he is there next year

she waits for him

as she sheds a tear

things are looking grim

and she gains a fear

she doesn't want to be alone

She becomes depressed

and hurt,alone

always stressed

nowhere feels like home

not caring how will shes dressed

her feelings as transparent as foam

her feelings she should have fessed

One night

she takes a knife

it feels so right

as she tries to end her life

she gave up this fight

the red line on her vein

and she frowns as she is numb

not feeling any pain

so she tries again on her thumb

She gets up the next morning sad

she wished she died

she had felt so bad

as she cried

she covered her arms

no one needs to know she self harms

She has so much pain

she thinks its what she needs

as she cries her name out in vain

with the blood comes many greeds

she cuts more times hiding it easy

and she slows as she feeds

She thinks she is worthless

stupid , not smart at all

she wants to be lifeless

but then she hears her name as a call

she turned as she was flightless

and for this new boy she soon will fall

Its hard to hide her shame

the cuts on her wrist

always she takes the blame

as her stomach gives a twist

she hopes he won't see

worried what his reaction will be

One day he looks at her arms

she pulls away

and he finds out she self harms

this ruins her day

he is mad

and it hurts her

only making her feel more sad

The next day

she walks

he turned away

and she bites her lip

as she feels the cuts fresh on her hip

and he leave her he may

and as her heart gives a rip

He comes up and grabs her hand

he holds it tight

taking her to soft land

he tells her it will be alright

that she can listen to her sad band

as long as she isn't bleeding late at night

her skin paled not tanned

as he asked to help her in her fight

Then came that dance

there she had her first kiss

it put her in a trance

she did not know those lips she would miss

she did not know

that her smile would no longer glow

and her sadness would soon show

Then came the the fight

his note

it made nothing feel right

the words he had wrote

crushed her light

and around her

she built a moat

making sure no one got close

She had tried to end her life

times before

not just with a knife

not wanting more

she tried to overdose

tired of her sleepless comatose

Then she went to a place

safe and clean

her sadness not leaving a trace

no one being mean

it felt great

not sad

she couldn't recreate her self hate