I’m young, but not that innocent
With scars on my arm as proof.
The innocence has long been gone
In all honesty and truth.
It was a bright and sunny day,
I don’t know why it seemed so dark,
Maybe it’s all those hurtful things,
Now that I remark.
One cut for every time I cried
I shed a million tears.
A pill for each word that hurt
Giving me someone new to fear.
His name is depression.
He followed me every day.
He wanted to make me miserable,
Threatening not to go away.
Each day he got much bigger
And I became lost in his wrath.
Turning weaker and weaker,
I kept walking deeper in his path.
It all started with a single phrase.
Just three tiny little words,
That now surround me every day,
“I hate you” is what I heard.
In too deep to see the light
That once consumed my soul;
I needed to be rescued
I was way out of control.
Three new words reversed the spell;
They changed my life around.
When someone said “I love you”
A new light is what I found.
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Submission Name: Mr. Depression
