With a bleeding heart, an overused mind, and a never ending agony, I writhe in pain, uselessly yanking at my hair and bashing my head in as all hope of recovery is lost. There is no such thing as recovery. And it hurts so, so excruciatingly badly to know that.
Once again, it feels like someone has ripped my heart right out of my chest as the desire to scream in misery builds within me. Lacking a blade or lighter, my nails are used as dull knives, dragging across my skin until there's nothing left; until I feel pure bliss and relief from all of this.
An unholy desire to die fills me as I sit here in the darkness all alone with no one to stop me and no one to save me. I could do it. But...should I do it? Do I have the will to drive a knife into my heart or hang by my neck? Or am I too scared to even try?
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Broken
PoetryPoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
