Porcelain

(I found these lyrics I had written back in January when no one knew about my depression and I decided to share them with you)

Just wishing he was sober
Wishing it was all over

Crimson stripes across her once porcelain skin
Her mind filled with rage and her patience running thin

Starving caused by the remarks of her brother
Cutting undercover and hiding from her mother

What's she to do with useless by her side?
What's she to do with help never by?

her mind crazed with hatred filled boys
hoping one day one will bring her joy

Put in the front of the class
Oh death please come at last...
But finally they will learn a lesson
about the hell that is severe depression

A flick of a blade is how she will speak
She falls to the floor as to say "I'm weak"
Losing sight all things turn black
Her conscience says

"There's no turning back..."