*** If you're sensitive to topics like depression, self harm, suicide and etc you might wanna give this imagine a miss. You've been warned. ***
I wanted to try out writing some type of poetry. I'm not sure if this is even poetry, but i tried. Including, i'm weird so i like writing about dark things. So i hope you enjoy this imagine/poetry?
There he was with the blade in his hand,
Scars on his skin made him think of his plan,
The blade began to tug at his flesh,
Blood dripped whilst sorrow lingered in his breath,
Memories of the girl flooded his mind,
He adored her warming smile and golden eyes,
She was perfect yet maybe not enough,
To keep the blade from hitting his skin hard and rough,
Six months had passed since the tragic pain,
His tongue had been stolen which drove him insane,
The boy missed chatting his soul away,
He wanted to end it all so he dug the blade into his vein,
The boy groaned and winced whilst his crimson blood poured,
He was placed inside a bath tub on the second floor,
Regret filled his body as the girl was placed up on his thoughts,
Her heart was going to be broken a yet again sore,
Trying to scream and shout for the brunette,
Only muffled groans left which made him sweat,
The pain was getting much worse,
He couldn't take it anymore which made him attempt a curse,
No clear words left his mouth,
It made his lips crinkle and purse,
Courage built up as his legs rose,
He hopped out the tub and then froze,
Glancing down at his deep cut,
He knew it was deadly,
The boy had no luck,
The pain made him wince,
A sour frown spread over his lips,
He picked up his pace,
Grabbing his wrist as he couldn't think,
He ran as fast as he could,
Looking for his girlfriend as he should,
The night sky shone trough the windows,
Revealing his beautiful face which was crinkled,
His legs wobbled as he swayed strong,
His wrist throbbed as blood dripped along,
Without warning,
He collapsed against the wooden boards,
His mind went foggy as his mind soared,
His time was up,
He wished that he could take everything back,
But that was that,
Everything then turned black.
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clouis imagines.
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