"Depression doesn't exist"
Then tell me what are the thin lines that run down my wrist,
"It is just a phase"
A month, a few weeks, just a couple of days,
"It's just for attention"
Maybe I forgot to mention,
This feeling eats me up inside,
My days I spend under my covers, I hide,
For the world is judgemental, cruel, it is scary,
And all I ever wanted was a mother that's caring,
"It's just an excuse"
Your words tighten the noose,
When I stood on a ledge,
You did not pull me back from the edge,
Tell me what is the key,
How can I make you see?
But you laugh in my face,
Tears fill my mouth with a bittersweet taste,
It is all in vain,
You can't change the wires that make up ones brain,
Caught in a snare,
Even you must admit that the world is unfair,
Filled with people who consider themselves alive,
But they do not live, they simply survive,
You should beg me to stay,
Saying they'll come a day where I'll can feel okay,
But as I take my final breath,
Finally embracing death,
Take a look around,
Tell me "Mummy are you proud?"