I hate it

When you say this

"I cut all the time"

Don't get me wrong

I feel your pain

Its something you can't change

And you're depressed

Living in a dark place

Thinking about bad things and all

There is no one you could call

You can't survive

You're losing the fight

And I have those feelings

Trust me I do

But depression is not always about cutting

And if you asked why if I cut?

I will tell you this

"Yes,yes I cut deep down in my heart that it no longer beats to fight"

I hope you understand what I'm saying

I'm just clearing my thoughts

To make a room for another boat

Sailing into my mind

Making waves behind

Making me drown with one bubble left alive

Pop it and it will say "I'm fine"