I do not want to die
but the thought
encloses my mind
almost everyday
and most certainly
every night.
I do not want to die
but as the blood
races from my wrist
at a speed too fast
for my gauze,
I do not call for help.
I do not want to die
but as the car
inches closer
and
closer,
I do not move away.
I do not want to die
but as my last
breaths escape
my lips,
and the bubbles pop
on the surface,
I do not try to swim back up.
I do not want to die,
but if it were to happen,
I would not be be upset with my fate.
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Maybe it Will End
PoetryWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
