I sob to myself
All alone into my hands
As my demons call to me
Over and over
Speaking my name
Giving me ideas
On ways to kill myself
Ways to get rid of the pain
I reach to my bed side table
My hands shaking as I pick the two up
I flick on my lighter
And light my cigarette
Tears still running down my cheeks
As I bring it to my lips
I breathe in pain
And breathe out sadness
All I want is for the pain to be gone
To have my demons
Stop toying with me
I snuff out my cigarette
And grab my razor blade
Drawing it across my skin
Slicing open my arm
Letting the blood fall to the floor
Cuts running up and down my arm
I pick my cigarette back up
And light it again
I bring it to my lips
As I sigh to myself
Words ringing through my mind
Tears still streak my cheeks
As I lay back against the wall
And I close my eyes
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
