Her anxiety builds up inside her
Her scars are getting wider
She uses the knife
Instead of taking her life
She cries herself to sleep
After cutting deep
A new scar every day
Trying to drive her thoughts away
Her thoughts cloud her mind
And that's all she can find
The one screaming suicide so loud and clear
Keeps coming and increasing her fear
She's scared for her life
Scared of her knife
Her Demons control her mind and her body
Convincing her to make her floor bloody
A suicide note carved into her skin
This is when she let her Demons win
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My Depression and Suicide poems
PoetryMy poems when I get depressed or feeling suicidal. ***TRIGGER WARNING***
