Major depressive disorder.
The depression comes in episodes.
The current one is bad.
It’s been almost three months without cutting.
But today I’m in danger of ending that streak.
I desperately want to bleed it out.
I want that relief so very bad.
Just one small little cut, please.
Ever so small.
Last time it was supposed to be small.
I don’t do small.
No, I mustn’t do it at all.
Please help talk me off this ledge.
I don’t like being on the edge.
But I’m hyper sensitized,
to any little slight.
And brightest day,
is dark as night.