It's like my blood is pain, misery
And everyday it just courses through my veins
There is a release though
And it lies in one little blade
It's very simple
Just slide the blade across your skin
Let the blood go
Get rid of it
Even though more will come anyways
It's a never ending cycle
Pain,
The temporary feeling of relief,
And just keep repeating it
And maybe one day,
You'll cut too deep
Then there will be nothing at all
You'll be free of all the pain you hold inside
Your veins will be empty
No more pain...
YOU ARE READING
Depression poems
PoetryWARNING: Some, if not all of these will be triggering so if you're easily triggered, i wouldn't suggest reading any of these
