I wait for a change to come around;
I wait for a new life.
I wait for the mask to become real,
Before I stab myself with a knife
Because now I'm drowning in my tears again-
I wish for my heart to stop pulsing in my chest
Because now I'm hurting again-
To myself, my mind is a threat.
I'm back now to square one,
All my efforts are fruitless again.
I'm going back in time,
My life doesn't matter again.
YOU ARE READING
A Destructive Soul
PoetryThis contains both poetry and prose, often written while overthinking or severely depressed. It slowly progresses into becoming better, and highlights how I overcame depression. Hope you like it! WARNING: Trigger (self harm, suicide, rape, anxiety...
