What it Does To You

I sit in school with my head down and my ear buds in. It's October, and it's still in the mid-eighties most of the time, but I have to wear sweatshirts... I have lots of cuts running up and down my wrists… I can't get enough. I sulk so badly. I feel so low. My energy is drained. Once I finally get to sleep every night my lonely tears accompany it. I hurt. I hurt so badly. I'm failing all of my classes and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm letting this take my life over, I just, I can't fucking function. I'm tired. This depression is gnawing at my soul and my anxiety is eating my life away.