I wrote a suicide note for whomever would care,
Turns out its no one except the insane,
Everyone's leaving me,
Even the emptiness inside me,
My life is withering away,
Locked up in this place.
I showed my friend my scars,
And all she could do was stare,
I needed a piece of advice to pull me out of the darkness consuming me.
She pulled up her sleeve and showed me a scar of where she had a razor touch her skin,
She told me fear stopped her from continuing,
And I knew then that she wanted to live.
I wasn't afraid because death is my only chance,
Of doing something good for a change.
I told her 'Don't you dare do it again,
Once that razor blade slices your skin,
There's no going back,
You fall into a deep depression, and you can never find your way out,
That one slice adds up to hundreds of scars, that will forever remain on your wrists.'
'I've done the deed, and my skin is battered, I feel filthy, yet shattered. Its too late to save me, so promise me this: Never let metal touch your skin, never let the blood pool up, and never do it again.'
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
