Everything can be a trigger.
Anything that makes me sad,
mad,
or even upset.
I like the feeling of pain.
It helps me know I'm alive,
at least another
second.
Why do I hurt myself?
And Why do I enjoy it so much?
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
