How far do you really stand from the edge?
Unexplained sadness and disturbances 
They flow through you stimulating depression 
You want to do something, but what?
Escape into the madness of your own mind
It's what you should avoid, but what you want
And what you do, despite your knowledge 
of just how mentally ill you really are.

Only you know what you do and have done
And don't say that you couldn't help yourself
That you were innately born this way 
Because your depression stems from nowhere 
Nowhere except from yourself.

Lyrical addiction 
You addict.

Prance among those who hide
Wildness at every stage 
And in every cell 
It embodies you 
Consumes you 
As you offer yourself
to it.

My Self-Harm and Depression Story 
My Struggle with Anorexia Nervosa
My Mental Asylum Experience 

You Know None of These... 

You don't even know Yourself.