A/N: Warning!! This poem is going to mention self harm and suicide. Listen to "Better Off Dead" by Sleeping With Sirens
Running to the only thing that makes me happy
Locking myself up in my room,
I look at myself in the mirror
I am nothing
I will never be anyone
I will always be crazy
I grab the cold metal blade
Looking at my skin
I drag it across my wrist wincing a bit at the sting
I keep going enjoying the pain it's bringing me
I go deeper and deeper
What's the point of living anyways?
No one likes me and I'm useless in this world.
I see the scarlet blood covering my wrist and creating a small pool of it on my floor
I smile feeling proud
I can finally be free
Swaying and feeling dizzy,
I faint dropping the blade
Letting
The
Darkness
Take
Over
Me
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