It's lonely here
No one that cares
No one to talk to
No one wants me
I cut last night
Deep in my vein
My skin ached
My frown went into a small smile
It feels good
I love watching the blood
So red that pours down my arm
It seems like it's the only way that I can get any better
I just cut again
Deeper this time
Cut the vein all the way
So much blood
I posted on Facebook that I was depressed no one cares
They said go kill yourself
So I'm taking advice
I just took the blade to my wrists
It feels good
I'm losing color
I am about to collapse
This is what happens
Don't let it happen to you
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This is the truth about depression people do kill thereself because of others that didn't care. That don't ask what's wrong or don't even care.
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My Poems That Kill
PoetryPoems from my heart, brain, imagination. The things people say to me only to use me. I write what my brain says. Most time they are bad or mad, but sometimes they are good and happy.
