My eyes are heavy,
Full of sleep,
My tears twinkle,
When I weep,
My face is pale,
My lips are blue,
My obsession with Depression,
Has taken hold,
My addiction to self infection,
Is getting worse,
I watch my blood role down the drain,
I feel relieve in my pain,
I hate this life,
As I carved this world into my arm
with a knife,
Once again my worries fade,
As I dream of a better day,
So here I am,
Half one in the morn,
Twenty years and too many tears,
Already the depression has
taken hold, Twenty years,
Not many stories to be told,
But the depression has the hold.

Aleksandra Lachut

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-fight-for-my-life-2/