Pain your words hit me like acid rain,

It hurts so much and life is so plain,

So down the blade goes on my vein,

Sitting there is where my tears remain.

Even though im hurting i somehow became numb,

I am being worn out by others like old denim,

It’s becoming a chore to ask my self, “Will I ever blossom?

But flowers need sun and I still long for that day to come.

I take the treatment yet its making me ill,

Even then theres no treatment not even a pill,

It’s almost like everyone is moving and I’m standing still,

I’m watching it like a movie as my life goes downhill.

“You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain,”  I’ve been told,

But I’m tired of everyone telling me the same things it’s getting old.

Either they try too hard or leave me in the cold,

I’m sorry I don’t fit into your “perfect” mold.

I’m stuck like quicksand crawling and crawling and I can’t seem to get out,

Similar to a dessert I am going through a drought,

But no matter how much I scream no matter how much I shout,

There is still never enough water for me sprout.

Be skinny but thick,

“I don’t like the boy you’ve picked,”

Don’t be basic but be in the popular cliques,

Be fragile but stand tall like bricks.

Over and over I am told these things,

And every time they add scratches and dings,

But it starting to not sting,

Could it be possible that I can spread my wings?

The thing that is making me happy is when I sing,

It has happened I spread my wings!

My depression comes sometimes and that I know,

It does get better after all I wrote this a few years ago.