The most fearful thing is our own minds,

Or the beastly words from mankind.

Left to be pondered upon.

Never to be forgotten, or left behind.

For some it's easy to pester the weak,

Those of who can easily turn the other cheek.

But once to contemplate nonstop,

Those words that are so easily mistaken,

Leaving me left to rethink everything,

Completely shaken.

And to feel like a disappointment,

Completely pathetic,

Slowly becoming depressed.

Trying to unjumble this big huge mess.

Not knowing how to get rid of the lies

That someone else has filled in your head.

Thinking there's only one thing left to do.

Thinking that there's no possible way you could get through,

But that's not true.

Nothing they said was true,

But how was I to know?

I had no clue...

I believed what they said.

Slicing my wrists and so they bled.

For someone, something, that misled.