After everyone left me I never felt the same
I turned to my demons
I asked them for advice
They introduced me to my parents medicine cabinet
When I needed more they introduced me to blades and knives
I needed even more. Alcohol came into the mix
Then I was stuck in the the bathroom with blood everywhere and a tub full of water
A plastic bag wrapped around my head
I wanted to drown myself
But the demons yelled at me and told me the torture wasn't done. So I lived.
I lived so they could continue to torture me.
I lived so they could laugh at me while I swallowed a few pills and drank that glass of alcohol before bed.
I lived so they could tell me to cut myself deeper
I live to be their puppet.
YOU ARE READING
Terrible poems I wrote when I was 16
PoesíaDive into my depressed 16 year old mind by reading these terrible poems. What was I thinking at such a young age? Who knows to be honest.
