Depression:

Knock knock I’m here again,

Trynna leave behind the pain,

Is all in vain,

You fail to understand that I will never leave,

No matter how hard you try to heal,

I stay with you to comfort you,

And help put away the anger that confronts you,

Anxiety:

Knock knock,

The leg-shaking is back,

the constant thought of that you lack,

In everything you do oh you’re not enough,

There’s always weakness behind being tough,

And the fear of messing up,

Good things without even trying you always give up,

Self-harm:

I didn’t expect I’d revisit you,

It makes it hard for me to remember you,

You’ve always been a good writer,

And writing made your pain lighter,

But now a blade is your pen,

You use to write down the who’s what’s and when,

And your skin is a notebook,

That helps you stay put,

Self-esteem:

You had your fair share of highs,

Now it’s time for the lows,

A simple compliment sat on your heart,

And made you believe that besides the beauty that resides in your heart,

There’s beauty on the outside,

Or is it the Snapchat filters,

And confidence whispers it built her,

Are you really content with what you see,

Or do you keep starving yourself in hopes to be,

The version of yourself you’ve always wanted to be.