{208-Fate Stands Before Me by AudreyPolaris}
I glance cautiously in a mirror and what stares back is disgusting.
I turn my head away quick
a sick feeling digging a pit in my stomach
I don't like what I see, not one bit.
The knife buried in my drawer calls my name
even louder than before
tempting me, and I dare to listen,
doubts creeping up from the crevices of my mind.
My broken ego leads me across the room
and before I knew it
shaking fingers wrap around the cold unforgiving metal lifting the blade
slowly
mechanically
to the tender skin on my throat.
What if
I never had to see
that horrible reflection again?
What if no one had to lay eyes on this?
The knife pressed closer,
pinching and stinging
and I swallow nervously.
Every heart beat is slow and careful and significant
this is my duty, this is something I must do.
Fate stands before me, staring me down
eyebrows raised skeptically.
It makes eye contact as if to say, "Are you sure?"
My fists clench tight.
I remember the monster I saw in the mirror
but the knife slips between my fingers
and tumbles to the floor with a soft
meaningless
pathetic
thump.
I
just
can't
do
this.
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The Depressed Life (Book of Poems, Quotes, and Rants)
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