Hi, my name is depression.
My goal to make you cry and hate yourself.
To make you cut and think about suicide.
Maybe even atempt it.
You try to overcome it but i just keep pulling you down.
When your at your lowest I'll kick you again.
One day you will finally give up and let me take over
Lots of love,
Depression
Dear depression,
I'm done with you. Your awful and
horrible.
I do hate myself and i've got the scars to prove it.
But i'm getting back up and learning to get over you
Lots of hate,
ME