i slash, i grab and i wrinkle
i wither, i toss and i turn
i grab, i drag and i bend it
i twist it, i beat it, it burns
i slice it, i torture it, kill me
i vomit, i cry and i yearn
i scream and i yell but i sense it
from deep down within me it burns
i shriek as i feel, then i numb it
by slashing it all the way through
over and over i watch it
cold blood running out, running blue
i drag it, i twist and i break it
till i can't take any more pain
from this knife edge that twists deep within me
ans steadily drives me insane.
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Depression and other Diseases of the Mind
PoetryI am only posting this series of poems, stories and quotes because it makes me feel a little less alone and makes me a little less likely to kill myself if I have something to do or a goal to reach. Most of these are NOT MINE but some of them (speci...