Thighs glowing red
Dull knife on the bed
Didn't break the skin
I can feel again
Just a burning ache
But it didn't make the voices go away
She's still laughing at the back of my head
I just can't take anymore of this
Hit me with a car
Throw me off a bridge
Put me in the hospital
Maybe if she gets what she wants
She'll go away for good
(ja.rs)
YOU ARE READING
Alone
PoetryPoetry is one way I cope with depression. I just want to warn you they can get pretty dark. I hope you enjoy. Book One of Depression Poetry Series
