Pain in my eyes
Scars on my wrist
Bruises on my thighs
Hate in my heart
Chapped lips
Pale face
Bony hands
Cold finger tips
Dried tears
Razored wrist
Deep pain
Suicide thoughts
One, two, three
Your killing me
Four, five, six
Piercing words show on my wrist
Seven, eight, nine
Pretending I'm fine
Ten
You win
YOU ARE READING
ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
ŞiirThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me
