Bad day

Who can I run to when I’m the one everyone comes to who is to be strong for me me when I fall weak And I’m the one who is the strongest mama never taught me to hang my cape she would beat me like I had no common sense the. Tell me it bc I look just like him thanks dad I manage to build a rough exterior up but on the inside I’m softer then most I’m not confident enough to push through no more so I drowse my inner demon with lies the best way I know how so he passes me that old tool I’m to familiar with so I use it just a small incision not to deep but deep enough to see the blood trickle down my sleeve mhm such a rush you see inside lives a monster that doesn’t want to see me happy and I call it depression I weep through the meadows of anxiety hiding in the shadows till morning I beckon and move across the room in a corner I go away from the sun for a couple days welcome to the first days of many in my house that doesn’t feel a home I am my own enemy