Depression

Im thinking of cutting again,
I really hate to say it but the cold blade feels great against my skin.
Moving back and forth,
while the wet tears drip down from my face.
watching my blood drip at a faster pace.
Hiding in dark corners,
making sure people dont see.
Thats bexause they dont know the real me.
Finding whatever I can to gide the scars,
hiding on the inside of my own bars.
People just don't get me;
but thats not it....
Its called D.E.P.R.E.S.S.I.O.N......