Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones

Depression Part 27

The gloomy thoughts and images I see in my head is scary

My eyes looks glossy, as my mind leave me feeling wary

The carpet starts to get crimson stains on it

Swollen eyes stares back at me watching me sit

Puffy cheeks flushed with a cherry red tint

But the eyes of my reflection held a dark glint

The sound of shattered glass shook me to the core

I could hear my heart beating as loud as a lions roar

Loud screams in my head keeps calling me a worthless bore

I start mumbling what they told me because I believe it was true

I start screaming and crying feeling as if I had lost some screw

Their taunting words pierce my heart making me feel blue

I could taste my despair as it filled the air

My salty tears were coming down my face like a flood, but I didn't care

Metallic taste filled my mouth until I realize I was biting my lips

I watch as my blood ran down my chin and fell on the floor with a sudden drip

Trying hard not to scream out loud, but their words are harmful like, a taste of poisonous sip

Punishing myself with lines was my own little personal whip

Leaving behind slashes, after slashes like a bloody horror short clip

The room reeked of dried blood and sweat

The bitter taste of the pills helped me to deal with my threats

Just thinking about them leaves a sour taste in my mouth

Drowning myself in the sweet chocolate bar and watched as my life head south

My fingers trace across the rough skin

Looking at it reminds me of an angel with a broken wing

Too emotional damaged, and only find comfort when the blade caress the body and leaves behind a familiar sting

The cold sharp blade silence the voices that urge me to confess my sins

But I can't feel the gentle touch on my wrist, which is so thin

Because I got too tired of crying, being in pain and feeling sad, so I watch as the darkness win

As my body shut down and went numb, I saw my reflection put on a dark grin

My vision got fuzzy as my world started to spin

I fell on a soft fluffy carpet that smelt like a bottle of gin

The last thing I thought is how no one asked me how I'd been.