She cuts my arms
He showed me the cliff
I see the harm-
Yet sometimes I wish for pale and stiff.
She drags me in circles.
He remembers the rope.
I want miracles
Not my drastic hope.
I can't make a difference
It stays the same
How come I'm met with no resistance?
There's no questions, only blame.
He's got a map to a trigger
She holds out a knife like gift
They both favor daggers
But it's fine to end it fast and swift
Hand in hand they beat me lose
To my breathing grave
They are the ones who light the fuse. They've never made me work, but I know I am their slave.
She's so vile and he's so sick-
My great, lovely friends.
They've broken what makes me tick-
I can't make amends.
I'm scared of the long sleeves that I dress in
Does anyone notice that they haunt me, pushing me to decide?
Meet my two great friends:
Depression
And Suicide.
