As an adolescent

Thinking that you can’t go through depression

At a young age

Having societies pressures devour you

Spending time alone in the midst of giving up

Having to look in a mirror just to run away from the monster i’ve created

Combining my insecurities and the criticisms I hear around me

Having to struggle with the thoughts crowded within my head

As streams of salty water slither across plump cheeks

Having to cut deeper

red vines trickling down a massive desert

Cracks upon cracks

Applying even more pressure

Onto the dry patches

Seeping into those cracks

A blood curdling scream appears

The trama makes my heart race faster

Until those trickles of red wine come to a stop

Red ropes peeking through resembling licorices

The taste of tears and metal from biting the inside of my cheek so hard

Making my mouth feel raw, aching

From what seems like all the answers to depression

As you close your eyes

Fireworks appearing in different colors

Slowly disappearing, as darkness overpowers light

Into a blank room with only your mother’s cries echoing the room

Only to comeback with the thought

That this is all your fault.