Drowning.
I'm slipping in a pool of sorrow.
They say I'll be fine,
Will I be here tomorrow?
The darkness surrounds me,
'She'll be fine.'
God how I wish
Those thoughts could be mine.
Closing doors
That weren't there before.
Am I awake now?
All I see is the floor.
The razor, so slick
I almost don't feel
The cut of my wrist-
The only thing real.
Take me away,
Hide me some place.
Just put me somewhere
No one can see my face.
I'm ashamed to feel low.
I'm upset to be this way.
I hope, in the future,
I'll be okay.
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Dark Poetry
شِعرMy random pieces of poetry, both inspired by depression and the happiness that makes me fight on.
