In the Morning
I always look at myself and hate what I see.
I see fat, flaws, and bags. I see me.
I point out every flaw as I get dressed.
I try ready hard to look my best.
But I know I'm ugly and a mess.
At school.
I put on a smile.
I talk for a little while.
But my depression returns
I look at my wrist and it burns.
At home
I think about ending my life
I would just grab a knife.
But then I remember
I am loved even if I don't love myself.
I wake up.
I achieve something everyday.
I wake up.
I realize its a good day.
I wake up.
I have loved ones
I wake up.
I don't need a gun.
I wake up
And I am here.