Would you care if I died tonight
I know you wouldn't put up a fight
You had me crying myself to sleep every damn night
I starting cutting my wrist
Every night they scream for more
Blood flows out
Running down my arms
One to many and then I'm done
Feeling the blade touching my pale skin
Dragging it across all over again
Feeling relief each time it's done
Getting so used to the pain I start to feel numb
The pain has killed the life in me
Replaced it with a monster within
You wouldn't care
I'm saying this again
You pretend you did
But you left again
I've had enough and I can't deal with much more
Tomorrow you will regret it
It will wash over you like a wave
When you hear I'm gone
You will fall to the ground
I hope you feel the exact pain I felt
YOU ARE READING
ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
PoesíaThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me