Every time I look in your eyes,
My mind sees red.
And every time I hear one of your lies,
I feel like I should be dead.
You are the reason my wrist is covered,
Painted red by a knife.
But if some one discovered
Why I wanted to end my life,
I would finish it all,
All it takes is a bottle of pills,
All it takes is a long fall,
But that's not all that kills.......
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Where Depression Thrives
PoetryA collection of letters to myself that came from the lonliest nights. With a tear stained face and blood stained wrist, the poems remind me my past was real. I overcame something that seemed completely impossible at the time. And here they are. My...
