Round and round the circle she spun
Hair pinned back by forceful gusts
Tripped and trapped with no way out
Round and round she spun forever
Salt streaks mark where tears had fallen
Her eyes hollowed by years of pain
Sweet misery and the blade that followed
Round and round the cirle she spun
Justice is a liar, truth set on fire
And all of the hurt is burning inside her
She never could hold on
Spinning as she plunged on down…
I’m depressed in really weird streaks. I’ll be to the point where I need to cut every freaking night and think about suicide for a while, and then it will let up for a short time, I still won’t be happy, but I won’t be cutting. It also always seems to strike worse in the night, thats when I usually really feel hopeless.
I don’t know why it changes. If I think about it, I always feel alone, with no prospects for meaningful friendships. I never get hopeful, just not depressed. Does this phenomenon happen to anyone else?
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