Naylene's Book Of Poems

Self Harm And Depression Are Best Friends

You think we're weak,

You say we did this to ourselves,

But then you turn around and promise that everything will be okay

You don't just come alone, no,

You bring your best friend and

god dammit i told you i hate her, why do you have to ruin my life.

You're whispering into my ears while she has her grip on my shoulder and it's like i'm in water and you're a rock which won't move and promises that you will drown me.

You say, It'll all be okay,

Just pick up that knife,

Make those marks on your skin and she'll cease

I deny you every time but you're persistent

and god fucking dammit why do you have to win

Fine,

I give up.

I listen to you,

I pick up the knife and slide it against my skin,

Why are you smiling like that?

You laugh and call me weak,

Said it would all be fine,

Why do you both do this to me.

I just want to be free,

god someone help me.