Mistake

"If I can't figure myself out,
How are other people supposed to understand me?"

Never ever assume depression is a sign of weakness.
I am weak,
Only to myself.

I will cut and bleed,
Only with my own hands,
But if others try to hurt me,
I'll just hurt them more.

You don't know what I am capable of,
Do not ever try to provoke me.

All of my old wounds,
The demons grasping to my bruised soul,
The deep gash of scar in my heart,
They're all mine,
Not once made by others.

Except one person.

But he never once intended to hurt me.
That I know.
And I will always run back to the memories where he was mine.
Because he was mine.

It was always him.
Until I am strong enough to run,
Run and never look back,
It will always be him.

That is why,
It is a moot point to psyche me out,
Because if I don't spare you a second glance,
That will be the end of it.

I will always be this person,
I will always block people out,
Will always trying to hurt my self,
Will always try to breathe,
But can only gasps for air,
Will always be me.

The voices in my head are mine,

Not yours.

Don't try to make them yours,

Nor me.

We will retaliate with much force you will bleed.