fires ablaze with in my eyes,
a smile concealing all my lies
screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate shout.
Scarlet tears dripping from each vein,
A vehement covet to cover this pain
The silver blade, stays by my side, because all hope inside ceases to exist no more
As each day ends, darkness draws close,
the demons toy with all my flaws,
I am helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
a broken child, they must address
I'm tempted when they call my name
a way out, an escape, an end to shame.
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with my thoughts, in blood must I seal
They will say I died of suicide
but no one knows how much they've lied
it wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
that broke my soul and gave me chills.
I died inside so long before
to live each day, an endless chore.
Pills could not kill what was already dead, a twisted soul, and empty head.
In darkness I wait, in silence, alone, no longer afraid.
I've quieted my thoughts with self harm
Only opening the door to more later.
becking all the more blood tell I die
Death like a ring around my finger
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Life's dark path
PoetryThis book is not consistent story. It contains short story's explaining how my depression has felt personally through relationships, school, in the moment. I jump around a lot and it's not fluent but it's talking about mainly depression but also poe...
