It all started when we were 12

Our hearts started breaking into pieces
All because of a few words
We use to try our best to reach our goal
But now we ask ourselves, "What's the point?"
All because of a few words

Can't you see the effects?
Words hurt
Words are like knives that can pierce into someone's heart
Words are like ghost that will haunt the mind until the end of time

When we cross a blade across our skin,
When we say we are depressed
Why do our parents say,
"Oh you're just stressed"
When people see our scars
Why do they look away as fast as shooting stars?

Depression is not like a cold
Depression is not a phase
It doesn't go away over time
Stop saying lies

Depression is the feeling of drowning
While everyone else around us is breathing
Depression feels like we are having with ourselves
We either win or die trying

They say, "It will get better"
How, if there is no one encouraging us?
How are we suppose to be happy if all we feel is pain?

We choose to glue a mask on our faces and keep our mouths shut
We keep all of over emotions inside
Because it's the safest place to hide
Our smiles slowly fade away
As we let our demons take over

People say, "Let go of your demon"
Easy for you to say
Our demons were there to comfort us when no one else could
There is nothing that can compare to the emotional pain
We feel everyday
People believe we are fine
But if you look into our eyes
You will see how broken we are inside

Our past haunts our minds
Our mistakes control our lives
The pain is never ending

We are beaten
Physically, Mentally, Emotionally
Our hearts are so broken and lost
And even if we are surrounded by friends
Our hearts are still living in darkness

Yet people think we are acting
People think it's all a show
If it's for attention
Why are we hiding?
Why are we lying?
Why are we smiling?

People think life is a game
If it is, then we are losing
What's the point if we are too weak to play?

We never know when the suffering will end
All of our thoughts, insecurities, and emotions blend
To create new demons
Who continue to torture us

Some of us are addicted to the pain
Because we rather feel something than nothing
We all play the same game
We're all in the same hell

As tears gently slide down our cheeks
The last feeling of something warm
Our demons are the last ones to comfort us when no one else could
And before we give up. we whisper
"You win"