All I desire is being dead, right now.
I do not intend to cry, but I am unable to reach my blade, resulting in me being trapped here.
I have no reason to live, and all I want is for my blood to leave my body and kill me.
Take these demons out of my head.
No one will know I attempted because I have not perished.
Undoubtedly it was not my time, but I'm far from okay.
Why was unable to I reach you?
I expected to be found cold and blue, free of pain and dread, but I am still alive.
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In the Depth of My Mind
PoetryA sincere and frightening collection of poems that digs into the deepest corners of despair and anxiety, shedding light on the hardships and feelings that are frequently kept hidden. The poems use honest and vivid language to depict the agony, terro...
