Fiction/sad -- messages from the subconscious

[Stephys_cool]

There's nothing wrong, It's all okay.
Just keep your mind on a bran new day.

I know what it's like you're going through a course.
People keep bugging you, which is making things worse.

Being depressed is hard, not a single personal likes it.
Screaming out curse words, hiding away your private cutting kit.

Poeple look at you, and ask what's wrong.
"Nothing" is not the real story, the real story is long.

Your parents wonder, why don't you talk?
You sit alone in your room, or go on a private walk.

You have you own hiding space, to cutt deep within.
No one is there, to tell you it's a sin.

The razor sharp blade, causes your blood to flow.
Trickling own your arm, not a person to know.

Why have you chosen to do just this.
Your family has nothing left, not even a single kiss.

Now you got your wish, you left everyone sad.
Why have you done this? Why have you gone mad?

Once you died, you tried to go back.
To say you're sorry because you lost track.

Now you are missed, whether you believe it or not.
Because you were too stupid to let your sorrows be fought.

Sorry to let you know, you've mad a big mistake.
You did something serious, nothing little or fake.