There is no way out.
It's stuck inside.
The monster that I am
Is trapped in my mind.
Icy fingers caress my skin.
My screams are silenced
By their cold, hard stare.
Their hands grip my throat in violence.
But no one can tell.
No one can see.
How useful much my monsters
Are truly terrorizing me.
They urge me to do it.
They tell me to end it all.
So I put the razor to my wrist
And brace myself for the fall.
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Poems For the Damaged and Broken
PoesíaThese are all written by me. Some may be triggering.
