My Depression and Suicide poems

14.)

She didn't think twice
She picked up the knife

The blade on her skin
This is how it begins

She dragged it across
Slowly as she thought

She endured the pain
By busting a vein

Her blood spilling out
For something she cared about

But that something broke her
And now it'll choke her

Her demons were watching
Though they weren't done talking

She stared back
As they faded to black

Her world grew cold
As she was not bold

She killed herself that night
Just to see the light