In the deepest pit, the weakest
Will lie alone, the shining silver,
Our only friend
Red will blossom, and spread
All around, like a roses petals,
And seep into the cold, hard ground
The rope that hangs,
A loop, the window to another world
We wear them like necklaces in the growing darkness of our everbreaking
Minds
We say goodbye in the last words
We will ever write.
The chair will fall, we will take
Our final breath.
It will be all over,
And we will greet Death as a friend who will free us from the deepest pit
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Poems About Depression
PoetryThis book contains scenes of self harm. This is a book of poems of my own creation and others. please leave a poem in the comments and I will feature it in this book.
