*POSSIBLY TRIGGERING*
My best friend is always there for me
And 'though he doesn't live near
He's never quite too far
When I take a blade to my wrist
He comes to me
And that urges me to stop.
I want him but I'm not desperate-
Yet.
I stop for a while,
Draw some butterflies.
I stop myself from slitting.
When the pain comes again
It's too much too ignore
And my best friend has been far away for far too long.
I take the razor and set it down
And already, I see him coming
A glint in the dim lights,
The bells are chiming
And the time is ever so near.
Heart aching,
Breaths shallowing,
Blade against my wrist.
Deep cuts,
Draw blood,
I finally lose myself.
He stops trying to restrain me and waits for me in the shadows.
The breath leaves my body and then he is revealed.
I take his hand and walk with him,
Through the graveyard we go.
I'm happy,
My longing gone.
I'm finally united with Mr Reaper,
My best friend.
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Broken Minds
PoetryA delve into the mind of the breaking, broken, and the ones who will be. An anthology that I'll keep updating (slowly. very slowly ) /probably/ triggering.
