Poem book

Hurt

Drip

Drip

Drip

I sit and watch as the once clear water now turns a crimson red.

I see the scars I leave on my body each time I drag that blade across my thigh.

Honestly I don't care.

If Death knocked on my door, I would greet them with open arms.

My Depression is a never ending sea.

My lifeboat a raft

I'm drowning

Every now and then I'm able to get a gulp of air

Only to have my Demons drag me even further down

On the surface I'm walking on water

On the Inside, I'm fighting

Fighting Depression

Suicide

Self harm

Yeah I look fine

I'll even go as far to say that I'm okay

I'm not

I want to die

But I can't cause that'll be selfish

People will call me weak

Lazy

Dumb

Immature

But really I'm none of those things

If you knew what went on in my head

You wouldn't be able to get out of bed.

My fight's are exhausting

I'm fighting a never ending war in my head

The ammunition is running out

The thoughts I fight use my own bullets against me

My time might be coming soon

So don't be surprised when I show up dead