When I look at you my eyes start to water.
When I touch you my skin begins to burn.
When I hear you my ears begin to ring.
Yet for some reason I can’t stay away from you.

I’m not just drawn to pain
But only to the pain you cause me.
Each metaphorical cut and bruise
Hurts more than the last
Yet satisfies me more than the one before.

This isn’t a game anymore.
This is depression squeezing its way
Through every imperfected corner of my personality.
Slowly, but surely, it cuts away
At the wall I’ve built.
Each time you can see it peeking through the curtains
Just enough for someone to notice.

You ask if I’m okay.
Of course I say yes.
As I feel the anxiety begin to build.
Something that inevitably is developed
Side by side with depression.
No one knows but me
That this is depression squeezing its way
Through every corner of my personality.
Showing more and more.
Slowly, but surely.
Slowly, but surely.