I did it again,
to masks the pain,
to leave my thoughts this twisted pain.
There is no gain.
Only pain.
Soon I will break away.
But for now this knife is my escape.
As I slowly fade away.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust some poetry and sayings about depression, anxiety, self harm,and some abuse. All are written by me
The knife
I did it again,
to masks the pain,
to leave my thoughts this twisted pain.
There is no gain.
Only pain.
Soon I will break away.
But for now this knife is my escape.
As I slowly fade away.
