I watched as the blade danced across my skin,
Waiting for it to sink in,
To release the red waterfalls,
That I so deeply what to see,
But, somewhere deep in my head, my conscious screams,
'Stop! It hurts, its so sore..."
But I ignore it because I want to see more.
More red waterfalls staining the sheets,
More angry red scars, running so deep,
More of that weightless feeling in my head,
And for once the voices are quite and I think they are dead,
But they deceive me, and laugh at my pain,
"One more," they shout,"You have so much to gain."
What did I do to deserve this fate.
But I can't answer that question, its to late.
As I take my last breath,
I realised pain was addictive, almost like meth.
And I'll tell the Almighty Man from above,
What is the meaning of death and love...
-A.Kruger
It gets better bros. Just keep trying.
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Some random poem I wrote at 3 AM
PoesiaI just want to put a disclaimer here. I wrote this a couple years ago, when I was at my shittiest. This has self harm as the like... I dunno, theme, I guess. I just wanted to put it here because I found it a few hours ago and wanted to share it with...
