some things

Some things are hard to admit.
Some things you just can't quit.
Some things trap you inside.
Some things, you just can't hide.
Some things are unstopable.
Some things to deal, are impossible.

I've done bad because of it.
Never meant to get here from it.
I find myself trying to find comfort,
But it makes me feel like dirt.
The drinking and cutting,
And all of the cursing.
But here is my confession,
I am a prisoner to depression.

by deadinside212
posted on 08/31/2008