Sitting in the corner, thoughts running wild
Things that I of dreamt of when I was a child
Standing near the corner, head hung low
How much longer I can take it I don’t know
Leaning against the corner, heart thumping mad
Ready to get away from all things sad
Banging against the corner, tears streaming out
My breath as it exhales makes a raspy sound
Ready to escape, willing to disappear
The clenched knife shakes as it draws near
The throbbing pain, the hand laced in blood
No more living, I’ve had enough
Deeper it goes, no more thoughts race in my mind
All this to cover up what’s hidden inside
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The first piece of writing I had ever produced. A vote and comment is always appreciated.
