I can feel the hot blood escaping out of my cut body and running down my scarred skin.
It feels good but I know its bad. A feeling I haven't had in a while. I miss this feeling, even though it's bad.
I know it's bad but I love it. I just have no emotion, I don't feel a thing not even the pain of the cuts.
You long to feel something but then you long to feel nothing at all, because your feeling too much and you don't know what one is worse.
And at that point, you don't feel anything, your emotionless. You don't feel alive, because you are truly dead inside. Killing yourself would just make it official.
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Depression Quotes/Poems
PoetryA bunch of quotes or poems; some I made up myself, others I found on the internet and music lyrics, that help me with my depression and anxiety. Hope they help and inspire you too. My poems cover the topics of depression, anxiety, self harm, suicid...
