I can hear the voices as they scream in my head.
Oh, the horrible things they say.
And the horrible things they tell me to do.
It's too much.
I see all the looks people give me everyday.
The looks of pity, hatred and so much more.
It's too much.
I feel stress, anxious and fear almost everyday.
Oh how I miss the old days when I didn't feel these feelings.
It's too much.
I can hear the blade calling my name, begging me to pick it up.
Oh, How I miss the feeling of it sliding across my skin.
Oh, How I want to do it again.
It's too much.
Am I strong enough to keep fighting this?
Or is it all simply too much?
A/N so I'm not even going to lie, been going through a lot of shit this past week or two. And I'm not really doing that good, I've been fighting with myself for the past few days about picking back up bad habits. And it is hard let me tell ya.......anyway thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed.-skellington_girl95
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Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
