Self harm/depression/suicide quotes

Final cut

You sit alone in a darkened room
Feelings of despair and absence
Inadequacies, loneliness, discarded
Here, under dark clouds of doom.

Blood trickles down your inner thigh
A fresh place hidden from prying your eyes
Adding to the other fields of scars
You cannot see a good end to all of this.

Pain of the cutting became a pleasure
But it wasn't always like this
Issues of self, struggling with the pain
Nobody would listen, hear me please.

A railroad track of scars
Running down your arms
Hidden by long sleeves, no more space
Still nobody seems to listen, discarded .

All alone, forgotten, no future
More cutting to feel the relief
Endorphins released, this was your high
Scratches once superficial become deeper.

Tired of coping, feelings of despair
Emotional pain no longer taken away
More and more the cuts appear
Once a trickle becomes a flow
A final deep cut inflicted
It is your release, no more pain.