I'm completely numb,
Just dying to feel something,
So I dig the blade into my thigh.
Though I think of the end,
And long for release,
I really don't want to die.
I just want to feel,
Fill this aching void,
Prove that I'm not a machine.
As long as I'm bleeding
And feeling something
I don't have to worry 'bout a thing.
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In Darknesss
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written on darker subjects such as suicide, death, self harm, etc. If this may be triggering to you, proceed with caution. Some of these were written in my stay at a mental institution where I was allowed a comp...
