I pretend to be ok
Hoping one day I don't have to fake
But who cares I'm alone
It wasn't a decision I got to make
But I always will be
For in my darkest hour
At 3 in the morning
I cry and cower
Stop pretending
Break my skin with a blade
Soon drawing blood
Creating scars that won't fade
I remember it all
That one torturing thought
The torturing reality
The demons I have fought
How I lost every battle
How I'm losing the war
All the never ending amount of selfhate
How I want to be somewhere far
The final break
The one that splits a vein
The blade glides
And now the blood will rain
I've been alone
I am alone
But now it's publicly shown
YOU ARE READING
Suicidal, depressed, broken, selfharm, dark poetry
PoesíaThis is a collections of dark poetry I have written. I update whenever I write a new poem. These poems are my feelings, things I don't say, things people will not know. Some of my poems are good and some of them aren't the best but oh well