somehow i cannot see anymore the person i was before
the person that i look up to and adore
the person who is outgoing, creative, and wise
now that person died many times-
inside her head.
I’ve cut my hair very short and dyed it many times (hypomania)
I’ve cut my arms with a blade, now, there’s scares and lines (depression)
My friends? Do they remember?
The times we spent together?
NO.
My family, trying to help
Why can’t they understand
I don’t want to help myself-
I give up.
I give up.
There’s nothing left of me.
I give up.