This poem discusses self harm, depression and suicide. If any of these may trigger you, please skip this poem
Who are you?
Well... I am me, the man who only sees flaws in the design of his DNA, the man who sees enough wretchedness in his day to day, 9-5 and 5-9 to build a hatred designated for one person in mind, Himself.
Himself, the man with the broken hearts bleeding, the twisted melodies of a br-br-broken record stuck in a loop of repetition of how he becomes a saviour to another in the morning, and a destroyer to himself at night.
Destroyer, the man wielding a blade. Skin deep, when blood seeps as he gazes at the cliff to leap, how fast does it take for him to make his grave? The answer, he does not have the time to dig his grave, since he has already fallen from the grace he was born with. He's plummeting, further into madness, darkness he prays for the light at the end of the tunnel, it's blindingly close then... Pulled back out.
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Poems Of The Dark
PoésieI have created this ebook to post some of my poems that I write about particular events or emotions that I may be having. Overtime I will add more and more parts to this and will hopefully develop a kind of story.
