So there I sit and want to fade, I cling to life with this razor blade.
Cut once then twice, oh god it feels so nice.
The blood pours down and it feels so great, there it goes the fear and hate.
A sensational burn as I pierce my skin, over and over again and again.
"It's the only escape" that's what I say, as depression shines down like a violent ray.
The tears stream down and cover my face, was it worth it mom and dad to call me a disgrace?
I kiss my life goodbye as I take another pill, my heart suddenly stops as I lie there still.
Next thing I know I wake up alive, why didn't it work why did I survive?
The cutting has stopped and I'm happy again, now the only reminder is the scars on my skin...
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Depressing poetry
PoesíaAll of the poems I've written, starting with my first and ultimately ending with the last. These are poems about depression, love, and just being misunderstood! Please read all (especially the most recent for they are the best) and vote/comment plea...
