You sit in your room all alone,
trying not to cry.
But you can't hold back to tears anymore,
one tear falls and drops onto your pillow.
Next your crying uncontrollably,
suddenly through the dark you spot a glisten of light.
Your blade, the metal is cold but
the relief is amazing.
You quickly grab the blade and place it to your skin and slide it across,
you feel the sharp pain followed by the blood running down your arm.
For a few seconds everything feels ok,
Then suddenly the relief wares off and you are rogue back where you started.
It's a never ending cycle.
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Depression/self harm
Randomdepression and self harm poems and qoutes I DON'T own any of these. Chapters 1-3 are my feeling.