There was so much blood,
Too much,
Some of it dripped down
Onto the cold tile floor.
I look at what I just did
And I got fed up with this habit,
It's an addiction at this point
I want to end it but I always
Relapse.
At least I had you to distract me,
You stopped me from doing anymore.
But by the time I stopped,
My skin
Was stained
A dark wine red,
With a few hints of
Crimson.
Even though it'd be so easy
To just end it
Right then and there,
I thought of you,
How I cant just abandon you
Like this.
"Dying is easy young man,
Living is harder"
I'm willing to take
This impossible path
Through a personal hell,
As long as I have you.
YOU ARE READING
Purify me
PoetryThis will be about how I deal with my depression and will mention self harm & suicide