Feeling tired all of the time
Having no way out of your mind
Falling deep in the dark places
Where your demons are hidden with many faces
You are all alone now
With the evil voices around
You can't hide from them
cause you are the one who feeds them
Trying to survive?
Just a reminder... ' You are not actually alive '
So you take the razors to test it out
And you realize that these are your way out
Cutting deeper and deeper
makes you feel different
Watching drops of blood along with tears, rolling down to the bathroom floor
You smile not feeling alone
With your precious friend,
The scene, you're painting red
You don't feel pain on your thighs
So you keep cutting till you cease to exist
The blade suddenly falls from your hands
Your body lifeless lies next to your blood
And your breath steadily fades
No more tears, sorrow and pain
This is where all ends
You are finally free to rest.
Goodbye and good luck little angel...
I'm sorry
Guys the photo is one of my own attempts in drawing, but the little poem that is written next to the painting it isn't mine. Anyways... Back to the main 'poem'... Well the comments are yours... Bear in mind that these are not words but feelings.
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Thoughts Can Kill
PoetrySome random and depressive thoughts. Cause when I'm feeling down poetry is my way out. Work of an amateur... First attempt to publish something as personal as my feelings.
