A forgotten blade
on a dusty shelf
He used to chip away
at her health
Sawing away joy
Just like her skin
Drops of blood
Show pain felt within
Every day she grew weaker
To it's attacks
Everyday she grew closer
Ready to snap
Then one day it happened
The blade went too deep
At her skin and her happiness
And put her to sleep
She lay on the floor
Blood spilled like the tears
Shed been crying
for all those years
Smile danced on her lips
A final goodbye
The thought of death
Left her too happy to cry
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
