It's growing Darker
And getting harder to Breath
All this Pressure
Is Suffocating me
It's growing Darker
And I just want to Die
My life already feels Over
Just take my Life
If you don't want to
I will Concede
I will take my own Life
You won't need to Suffocate me
My last Battle
Will be to Decide
Whether to use a Razor
And cut away at my Viens
Or tie rocks to my ankles and drown my Pains
Whatever it is the pain will end
My life has no meaning
I want to be Dead
So I reach for my silver blade and drag it across my skin
It cuts so smoothly
I can't resist
Over and over the blade digs in
Scarlett tears
Oh so thin
Slowly drip down my cheeks and chin
Im letting go of life
So heres my last goodbye
I was suffocating from the pressure
But now there are no reason
To pretend
Faking my happiness has come to an end
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The Monsters that Kill
PoesíaEvery one has dark secrets no one can know, whether its who they fell in love with, or the monsters in there mind, or abuse from parents, or voices that control you. Either way some times the secret is to strong, sometimes you will live in a lie to...
