Before I go , allow me to say thank you.
Thank you for introducing me to depression , we finally met.
At least she is here unconditionally.
She went down on one knee , forced a ring on my finger.
She said she is here to stay.

I hope you smile when you see how broken I am.
The mess I am should be beautiful to you , it's your work of art after all.
I showed you my wounds.
I told you their stories.
We sat down and counted my scars.
You bought knives , I thought you were ready to be a wife.
Now the silver is tinted by the blood leaking from my back.
I left the knives hanging ,...