Gone

I am gone,

The shades are drawn,

It’s time for my daily routine of sitting in the dark.

Depression has left its mark on my wrists,

I am pissed,

I need to resist.

I am like a porcelain doll,

If I fall I shatter,

I really don’t matter,

I guess I need better luck,

Feeling like this sucks.

People pretend to care,

They say I can share,

But when I do I get treated like I am dangerous.

I am gone,

The shades are drawn,

I am pissed I need to resist.