Depression

I am living my life in between shots

Of black and white, but it has been

A while since I've seen the light.

I am losing my mind, peeling at

The skin on my nails and lips,

Shattering my own heart and

Losing sleep to the voices in

My head. I grab the blade as my

Body shakes violently, my soul

Trying to run away as the voices

In my head fight over control of

A body that no longer feels like mine

"Do it" screams a part of my mind

"You hate yourself anyway"

"Don't" pleas the other part of my mind.

In this moment I wish to die,

To disappear and wish the voices never

Spoke, but I, a mere girl, cannot

Control the voices in my head.

The blade cuts and all the emotions

Inside my body are released like toxins

Into the room of darkness.

My depression won again.

One of these days there won't even

Be a body to fight over...