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Poetry

This will be about how I deal with my depression and will mention self harm & suicide

2/8/19

20 4 1

by Justsomefatcrabman

by Justsomefatcrabman

I can't keep resisting

My need to

Bleed out.

The ice and the rubber band,

Snapping against my skin,

Aren't enough to replace it.

I need to see the blood,

Dripping from my stomach

And falling onto the cold floor.

I need to keep bleeding,

I need to see the dark red

Blotches on my clothes.

I don't need the pain,

I don't need the scars,

I don't need you to stop me.

I need to feel alive

And even as my pulse thumps,

As I feel my lungs expand,

As I hear the crack of my knuckles,

I still feel dead.