I come home with tears running down my face.
Open my bedroom door slam it shut.
Scream at the top of my lungs till my voice dies out
Like a candle just blew out the smoke disappears
I pull out that magical tool to take away the pain away
It starts out silver then it turns into a red oozy substance
Addicted to the feeling its like a drug
One slice..two slices..three slices
Deep enough to scar and permanently show
The battles I fight every day the wounds will never go away
- Nikita Krutsky
YOU ARE READING
Where do I start to say I'm sorry....
Fanfictionpoems describing depression suicide and school life in my perspective and how shit it is
