HeliotropeMisfit

Thoughts run through your mind 'I'm a failure, I'm worthless' Feel like you're being left beind Invisible to everyone Your world is just so bleak You believe words they say 'You're pathetic, unwanted' You must be that way Got no one to turn to Your 'friends' have all gone They didn't have a clue Couldn't understand You slit your wrists, want to die Through your veins runs despair Ashamed, it's all your fault To you life isn't fair Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes There's no hep, you're on your own Force a smile so they don't realise You just can't cope anymore That's not true, there's someone there To help you out, hel

Lay down your right to be human. Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain. You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars. No one knows what it is like to be you. Your smile is but one in a billion, A mask that you wear to ward off the questions. Your scars are your war paint, But this is a losing battle. You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side. So keep that pretty smile steady, And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes. Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.

Depression is an ocean, unpredictable and unwavering. Its depths are deep. Its Highs are shallow. Depression is the sky, amazing and determined. Its depths reach our soul. Its highs touch the heavens. Depression is the sun, Mysterious and huge. Its depths are unimaginable. Its Highs wish to swallow the earth. Depression is...me...is it you?

I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Yet you've broken my handle, and messed me about. My paint has been chipped, there's a crack in my side. You have broken my handle, and taken my pride. I'm a little teapot, filled with doubt. Tip me up, and pour me out.