I'm so lost these days,
Constantly feeling empty,
Wanting to feel anything else,
I can barely write,
My brain is that fucked up,
Nothing makes any sense,
These are just stupid words,
On a stupid page,
They change nothing,
So I pick up the blade,
And place it against my skin,
It's cold just like the first time,
Just like every time,
The cold stings my skin,
I close my eyes,
Take 3 big deep breathes,
And drag the blade across,
Pain floods my arm,
The emptiness is gone,
Even just for a little,
I open my eyes and look down,
The blood is dripping onto the floor,
Tears streaming down my face,
A sob escapes my lips,
As I start to clean up,
This will forever be,
My demons winning over me.
YOU ARE READING
My Broken Thoughts
PoetrySo these are some poems I've written over the last few years. Warning some are pretty depressing while others are mushy love poems. The ones with dates as titles are my super old poems from 2015 Hold on and enjoy the wild ride of my broken thoughts.
