Drown
You’re drowning,
sinking,
dying,
You can’t breathe.
Everyone around you,
smiling,
laughing,
living,
And no one can save you
Every cut is an escape,
every cut is a breath of fresh air
But with every cut, you sink deeper and deeper.
At this point do you even want to be saved?
YOU ARE READING
Depression & Dreaming
PoetryPoem by a depressed teenager who might be in love. *TRIGGER WARNING* mentions of: self harm and eating disorders.
