Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
~ Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas
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Pain. That's all she felt, her tear stained face shows it all. Even though people have tried to show her otherwise.
Another slice of the skin.
Her dependance to the blade, she needs it to live, with it she is almost able to chase away the thoughts of death
Another swish of the blade
Each swipe turns into a scar that she will carry for as long as she lives, but she's not sure how long she can survive.
Another bloody gash
Each word turns into insecurity, each stare and point turns into doubt, the doubts tell her that she's worthless and that she should die
Another bracelet to cover up the scars
Why does she say that's she's fine, it's obvious that she's lying, she's so very far from fine
She tells herself just one more day, then she can lay to rest, stop fighting, stop hiding this war.
Another night of screaming instead of sleeping
Deep down, she knows. She has to keep fighting, and maybe she could win this war. But it's hard to see it.
She lays down the blade and thinks to herself, another day.
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The Void Of Me
PoetryWelcome to the void of me. This is a narrative about depression, based on song lyrics that resonate with me. Each story is based off of a different song. THIS BOOK CONTAINS CONTENT SUCH AS: Suicidal thoughts self harm suicide abuse and sexual assau...
