When it's 2:30am
My self loathing claws it's way
Up my throat
And rips its self from my mouth
In a silent scream
I am alone.
When the blade parts my skin.
When the cuts get deeper,
There is no one.
I am alone.
When the only real thing is,
The blood streaming down my arms.
I am alone.
You say you are there,
but your not.
Your alone.
YOU ARE READING
Depression Poems
PoetryIt says it in the name 'depression poems' so thats what it is.
