You find yourself in a place you can't stop,

In a place you can't control.

You tell yourself only one more time,

But with a small stroke, there goes your soul.

You know that you are self-destructive

And no matter what is your form,

You always go back for one more.

Thoughts swirl in your head like a storm.

You are wrongfully addicted to the bad,

You begin to think of compliments as lies.

You try to do something drastic, but are afraid.

Don't do it, one day you'll rise.

Addicted to destruction,

Addicted to self-hate.

Someone better help,

Before it's too late.

You might not want to visit my mind,

That's where all my demons dwell.

You might not want to visit my mind,

That's where I fell under their spell.

Peace shall never be reached there,

I hear voices knocking at my skull.

War will always win and I am caught,

Caught in between where thoughts are full.

Depression. Sadness. Hopelessness. These were all things I felt in my eighth grade year. "Lighten up," people would say, "you can change if you really want to!" They didn't understand. My family said to pray and it would all get better. I knew that I didn't have a reason to be sad, but I still was. A girl came into my life and said, "it will be better, wait a week and see." She said this every week, trying to give me hope, trying to keep me breathing. At first it annoyed me but I humored her. Now, a year later, I still get sad but I don't think of taking my life anymore.