You never listen, and the tears in my eyes are glistening. The sliver tongued devil slices my skin again, going deeper and deeper till I meet my end. The demons are screaming and I think they are winning while these words never ending, the figurative cancer in my mind expanding. They call for the pills, leaving the ones around me surrounded with bills to pay for my mistakes, the times I fuck up every day. I'm nothing but a mere fragment, a piece of a shell, dragging myself along hoping to crash into a wishing well. They call for demise, twisting my insides, making me double in pain, the lack of air flow to my brain. I keep it all inside, not burdening others, while keeping secrets from my one true lover. Starving and weak, this isn't a fate for the meek. I'm drowning in tears, but the end isn't near. Hope forces me on, making me believe things will get better, but they don't, only my tear stained face becomes wetter. They're screaming for blood, anguish and pain, all these demons clawing throughout my brain. I can't take it anymore, I'm barely breathing on the floor, I knew I'd relapse just like before. I'm not strong, don't say I am; if I was, do you think I'd have began this painful process of cutting my wrist, a process so delicate and hard to resist?
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PoetryThis is going to be some poems or things I write having to do with either depression or any emotions I'm feeling. Please no hate on here, thank you, and I I hope this helps anyone out there who needs it.
