"Black tears rolling down,
Brick red blood coming down,
White circles and capsules in my hand,
Maybe I'll be dead, all in the end.
I don't say goodbye, I don't say a thing,
This has all been done before.
I cut, that says more then words will ever.
But just like that, in a matter of seconds, in dizzy and lightheaded.
I just watch the blood run.
I'm not scared, no not this time.
And just like that in a matter of seconds, I fall to the ground and lose conscience.
This has never happened, no not to me.
Please no one save me.
I'm dying, right?
Someone tell me I'm done here, that I succeed.
Because I can't wake up, no not this time.
No more hospitals, no more "help".
And just like that in a matter of seconds...
My brain shuts off...
Black. Silent. Dead."
~Bre
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
