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Only One

There’s so many things,
People expect of me,
Can’t they understand,
I’m only one, not three?

Being so many things,
Being pulled in every direction,
Never getting praised,
Striving for affection.

No one ever notices,
How hard I really try,
They only notice the failures,
And then I wonder why.

No human being’s perfect,
But I tried so hard to be it all,
I’m spinning round and round,
So dizzy, about to fall.

I always have to be perfect,
In everything and every way,
It makes me want to escape,
To somewhere far away.

I dread the day I don’t make it,
I dread the day I fail,
But no one around me cares,
No one wants to hear my tale.

Someday this will be too much,
And I’ll collapse onto the ground,
The illusions will be shattered,
And all my secrets found.

They’re closing in like a pack of wolves,
Ready to kill and have their fun,
But I can not defend myself,
For I am only one.

One of my earlier ones. Obviously.

The Edge

I’ve just been wakin’ though life
Stumbling every step of the way
But I kept getting back up
Hoping tomorrow was a better day.

Bu they only got worse
My feet became bruised
Aching from walking so far
My soul tired of being used.

And I wanted it to end
I felt I was no longer me
I wondered why I couldn’t
Be what you wanted me to be.

You tried to make me tell you
But I held it all inside
A fake smile on my face
But in my heart I cried.

I pushed you all away
Distanced myself apart
Protected you from me
Didn’t care about my bleeding heart.

But now I see
Now I realize
The pain I’ve caused
Is my only prize.

I was falling, falling fast
Just about to go through
I was walking on the edge
Then I held on to you.

You seem so strong and steady
You make me feel so weak
But you say you’re here to help
And you tell me I’m not a freak.

So help me, please, I’m begging
I’m tottering on the edge
Let me hold on to you tight
And don’t let me go over the edge.

Post depression. *shudders* The next one might get deleted. It's... ah, bloody.

My Release

Don’t think I’m gonna be okay
Can’t stop this pain inside
I’m left with no release
Weakness to show I cried.

Laying on my bed
Hurting so much I’m sick
Twist and turn so restless
Breathing is shallow and quick.

I need an escape
Gonna need it fast
Tears wet the pillow
But the salty sweetness doesn’t last.

Remember reading ‘bout
Teens who went astray
Remember how the cutting
Took the pain away.

I think about how good
How wonderful it’d feel
To be free from all of this
To get a chance to heal.

See some paper on the desk
An idea forms in my mind
I see a new release
Follow others of my kind.

Suddenly the paper
Rests in my hand
Both of them are shaking
I cannot understand.

Slowly I drag it across
Pale skin splits in its wake
Red rivers of blood are running
And all the tension breaks.

Everything I felt
The pain I tried to banish
Is flowing out with the blood
All my sadness seems to vanish.

I bring it down again
Deeper than before
Again and again I cut
Until the pain is no more.

Angry snakes run up my arms
Blood shiny, slick like grease
I’m soaring off unburdened
I’ve found my new release.

Er, yeah. Depression.