When We Met

I remember when we met, I was eleven and a mess.

You told me I wasn't pretty enough, that I should go in that school bathroom and try to wash the ugly off.

The next time we met, the floor bathroom is where we sat. You told me if I just did it once I would feel better & you would go away but you lied, that cut was something that opened my eyes.

The next time we met, you became my best friend, you told me to get used to you becuase there will be no end.

You convined me that I was ugly. You told me that I was nothing. "Your family doesn't like you, they always hate your company"

The next time we met we walked out during class, looking down from the top of the stairway "it will be quick" you said.

You left me alone for a while but when we met again, you told me that those cheerleader girls aren't really my friends. Across the room was a balcony, you wanted me to jump you said no one will stop me, so stop being a punk.

You called me a coward, if not now then never, you told me to just do it, that no one will remember.

When we met after that, you pushed me to leave, I took all those pills and you said if I live you won't leave.

You told me to give up doing what I love, you said to just lie in bed and forget about the stuff.

You remind me that i'm worthless, and that i'm not enough you tell me if I don't take action that this will only get worse.

You made me get behind, on orders all the time, I would oversleep because at night you didn't leave my mind.

I would yell at you constantly, telling you to end, but you replied every time "My name is depression and I am your best friend."