I was diagnosed
With depression
They told me, to go on medication
But she said "No, it's just a phase."
Life became somewhat better after that
She wasn't as hard on me
And my demons for a while
Were at bay.
It's been a few months
And I made another cut
She promised to help me "We'll get you help, I'll help."
And for a while it was better,
But she soon forgot.
A while after
I began to cry myself to sleep
And dig that razor
Once again
Into my already
Scarred skin
But she just denied it
Saying, "I don't think your there yet."
And for a while
I thought she was right.
But now I know
She was always wrong
I need help
I need someone who will hold me
As I cry
Or stop me
From digging that razor into my skin
She was always wrong
But I can't help but lie
I know she will just get angry with me
Saying I broke her trust
But I can't help it.
Now all I want to do
Is take my final breath
Because I know
These demons are not phases
But if I told her
That I wanted to die
She would just deny
"It's just a phase."
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
