Fighting the feeling,
While staring at the ceiling.
The blade between my fingers,
Whilst listening to my favorite singiers .
I'm left contemplating,
The feeling was isolating.
I tried so hard to resist,
Now staring, at my scarred wrist.
My cries for help are unheard,
I still hear every single one of their words.
My heart beats still,
The anticipation could kill.
I look at the blade,
Seeing the light as it evades,
I place it at the tip of my skin,
What do you think.
YOU ARE READING
suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
