((I don't like naming my poems.))
"Just one more cut."
There are voices in my head.
Mean horrible voice.
That are so harsh and cruel.
"Make this one deeper."
They bring me to the edge of insanity
But my friend just see
The bubbly happy me.
Instead of the reality.
"Just kill yourself."
They mock me.
Tell me just to end it all.
They almost convinced me
But I begged them to leave.
Them they were quietly.
They left me be.
I was happy.
"No one will notice.
No one will care."
Then they were back.
Worse then before.
Stupid me for being clever.
Did I really think they'd leave forever?
"They want you die."
They had pushed me off the edge.
They convinced me to try it.
So I swallows the pills
And wrote my will.
"You can rest now."
I was to scared.
I chickened out.
I threw the pills up
and curled into myself.
"Why didn't you finish it?"
It's been almost a year now.
February 17 to be exact.
And sometime I wonder:
Would it have been better
If I just kept them down?
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry.
PoetryI write poetry at night so I thought someone might as well see it. ** WARNING ** Talks about dark topics. If you cant handle it, please don't read. This helps me but I don't what you to get hurt. ((Depression self harm))
