Silence ringing in her ears
Blood glistening on her sword.
Scars littering her body,
And the war is won.
But life's no fairytale
There's no Prince to save the Princess
The innocents now have fallen victims,
battling towards their very deaths.
She closes her eyes.
Blood clouding her vision.
She takes her last breath,
And with a dying smile on her lips,
Her soul moves on.
Every victory comes with a heavy price,
And the war is won.
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"When does depression end?
- When it ends you."
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A Cutter's Diary
PoetryPoetry about self-harm, depression, darkness, unrequited love and tears. I am NOT promoting self-harm or suicide in any way, or form. I'm just expressing myself through words.. Sometimes you hear, but you don't listen. Sometimes you talk, but you do...
