I cut off
Chunks of my flesh
That I dont want,
That are flawed.
I jump into
The salty fray
Of sea foam,
And as I fall
One though shoves
A knife into my heart
And steals the smile
From my face,
"What if I end it now?"
I know
That one wrong move
And my neck will snap,
What if that move
Wasnt wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Purify me
PoetryThis will be about how I deal with my depression and will mention self harm & suicide
