Depression

Drip, drip, drip

That's all I hear

Drip, drip, drip

All I've been hearing for the past few minutes...

What's that dripping?

Blood from my wrists.

It's funny how now you seem to see that I'm hurting,

When just last week you were laughing while I cried in the bathroom.

It's funny how we used to be friends in elementary school,

Now it seems that you forgot my whole existence.

Drip, drip, drip.

What happened to those memories we made together?

Why did we go our separate ways this way?

What made you think that I was someone you could hurt so easily?

I told you my secrets and you used them against me,

You used my secrets to hurt me.

Drip, drip, drip.

Now I'm on the bathroom floor, surrounded by pills and pill bottles thrown around

I have tears streaming down my face and blood streaming down my wrist.

Now you feel guilty when you hear that I'm not well,

Knowing right away that you were the one who caused these ideas in my head.