Part 113- poem
written by AnnmareeBEnnor
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The black darkness crawling, lurking, waiting.The anger bubbling up waiting to burst. The red I see when I close my eyes hoping that one day death will welcome me with open arms. The dark thoughts rolling through my mind beckoning to the cruel monster inside. The feeling of complete uselessness and self hate, feeling like I don't belong here. Every hour thinking l'm dumb, stupid, ugly, fat, useless. I don't deserve to be here to live to breathe. Wanting to feel the kindness of the blade painting the pain away from the monster inside. Each time thinking I will do this. I need to do this but I stop just as the cold metal hits my wrist and think do I want to give in to the monster inside. The physical pain only numbs the monster while taking the edge off the pain and darkness. Again it appears calling, beckoning, teasing me and again I fall prey to the monster inside.
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The Depressed Life (Book of Poems, Quotes, and Rants)
AléatoireThis is the sequel to the book 'Depression Poems and Quotes'! *ONLY READ IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION, YOU SELF HARM, ARE SUICIDAL, ETC. OR IF YOU'VE HAD EXPERIENCE WITH IT* I wrote all of the poems and rants unless said otherwise! But the quotes are...
