Three Whole Years

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It's been three whole years

Everyday is full of tears

Nothing has changed

All I feel is rage

I can't get better

The pills don't help either

I still want to cut

They say it's not my fault

I drove everyone away

None of my friends have stayed

Three years of constant pain

I can't handle the emotional strain

I've lost everyone close to me

I don't even feel the motivation to speak

It's been three whole years since I put the blade to my wrist

Three whole years since I wasn't alone

Three years spent in monochrome

Three years without a home

Three years of hating myself

Three years of contemplating hanging myself

Three years of bags under my eyes

Three years of grey skies

Three years of depression

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