It is the blood flowing through your beautiful clean wrist.
It is the salty tears crashing down your unbroken face.
It is the last smile that will ever leave those lovely lips of yours.
It is the defeafing sound of your heart as it starts to tear at the seams.
It is the piercing screams of your loved ones as you take your last breath.
Your beautiful clean wrist is covered in cuts, blood, and stitches my darling.
Your unbroken face it blotched with tears as you lay there peacefully my darling.
Your lovely lips will never smile that beautiful smile again my darling.
Your heart is torn from your bleeding chest and forgotten my darling.
Your loved ones screams will forever echo in your room my darling.
It took your life, in just one tear.
It took your life, in just one name.
It took your life, in just one thought.
Depression, you cold hearted bitch.
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PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
