What would you do
If I told you, I started cutting myself again.
Just to see the blood flow. Just to gain pain.
What would you do
If I told you, my flesh burns on the daily.
Because I live my life not fairly.
What would you do
If I told you, I drink alcohol to forget the trouble.
But all I do is further isolate myself in this bubble.
What would you do
If the light of my life doesn't think of me the same way.
And I'm forced to forget him, but it leaves me with stains.
What would you do
If I told you
and what if I didn't
What if I'm just a roaming soul devoured by myself.
What if I've gone over the suicide protocol for a thousand times.
What if I'm just one of the many voices in my head, screaming for help.
Because life is meaningless.
So why stay?
What would you do
If I showed up to you tomorrow, just to kiss you on the forehead and stab myself to death.
Because I'm just me.
Because I'm unimportant.
What would you do if tomorrow is silent?
Silent, because I left.
Silent, because I've passed
What would you do...
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Poems ~ Dark
PuisiDisclaimer; I have issues with my mental health. I know this is serious. I try to vent through poems. I publish these poems and you're allowed to read them, however, I am not responsible for anything if you read these. These poems are written in my...
