Okay so this is my first post on here. If you are not a fan of a depressing read then don't read it or judge it. Comment if you want more poems or stories.
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"What now?" You say to yourself as you look in the mirror.
All you see is the ugliness that tears you apart and makes your eyes fill with tears.
"Why now?" You yell at yourself.
Slit my wrist and bleed out.
"Where now?" You mutter.
"Once I finally leave this life where will I go?"
"Will there be darkness?"
"How have I?" You let out.
"How have I put up with my self this long? Why haven't i ended this life. All I've wanted to do is grab my blades and cut far and deep. Bleed till I can't stand, till I can't see!"
Then there's the blood is drips then pours.
Then I'm gone.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Rivers
PoetryDepression is a gate way to death. A moment of sadness while the only light you see is from the moon.
