Fighting myself

Can’t you see I’m fighting myself?
As I sit in front of you.
It’s hard to keep this mask on
It’s hard to keep lying to you.
This smile is permanently planted to my face
My sarcasm another reach for good humour
I’ve lost it all
I’ve lost myself
In this other world we call depression.

Your face is a mere image
As I stare at its shades
Your eyes some open door ways
That I wish not to climb.

Wrists still throbbing
From the blades sweet caress
The pain is not from hurting myself
But for the thing I had done wrong.
A promise I said I’d try to keep
Is no longer another reach for help.

If I ask for your help on this one
Would you try to help me now?
Or would you cast me away
Into the void I now call home.

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I wrote this for school but I like it because it is sad and unfortunatly, true. R&R if you want! Dani