The dark cannot consume enough of me.
It tries to take control.
It pushes and pushes with persistancy.
You push back, but you aren't quite as strong.
It will fill your head with deceiving thoughts.
Slice your skin.
Take those pills.
Drink the alcohol.
Jump.
The dark is so persistent, you get too caught up trying to stop it, you don't realize what you're doing to yourself.
Oh one won't hurt.
Two will be just fine.
Nine, let's have a little fun.
Fifteen, what have I done.
You either win or die trying.
Now all your thoughts consist of
Slice your skin
Don't spare an inch of skin
Take those pills
Don't miss one
Jump
Don't look down
Snort it
Don't forget any
Drink the alcohol
Don't spare a drop
Everything is now a weapon.
Including yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Infatuated with hopelessness
PoetryWell I know no one will probably read these but I write a lot of the time, just random little poems or anything that comes to mind. I usually write these when I'm depressed or having anxiety. I just want to post some of them, even though barely anyo...
