Watching this blood drip down my
WRIST
Fading out Into the
ABYSS
It's as if my problems don't even
EXIST.
But I'm never truly
SATISFIED
I Always have this hunting word
SUICIDE
learking in my mind hiding
BEHIND
this over whelming
ANGUISH
I can't help but feel like it would be easier if I just simply
VANISHED
This is my dark
SECRET
some may call it a
WEAKNESS
My mama says I choose to be
DEPRESSED
so I just simply
REPRESS
I guess you could say I'm just trying to
IMPRESS
But beneath this
FACE
there lays this empty
SPACE
Where I am being held
HOSTAGE
And I'm truly and utterly
EXHAUSTED
Can't find my way out of my
BED
My papa
SAID
That I'm just lazy but I'm just one
PERSON
and I can't handle this
BURDEN
that I call my
LIFE
So I always go back to my old friend
KNIFE
We have a toxic
AFFAIR
He thrives off of every
TEAR
As my blood
FLOWS
Down my arm intel I finally
COMPOSE.
And at last i have a sense of
CONTROL
That right there is my
DRUG
That I just swep under the
RUG.
The
ANIMOSITY
I have toward myself is truly my
REALITY
And no matter how fast I run its always one step
AHEAD
I feel like I'm walking on a
TREAD
And im just waiting for this all to just simply
END
Your probably wondering how are you still
HERE
well let me clue you in my
DESIRE
To die is out weighted by my over taking
ANXIETY
of the the possibility of causing those I love any sort of
AGONY
Because in my mind they
ALWAYS
Come first I don't know how to sum this up to you in a
PHRASE
Wether it be
ENDURING
.
Or
.
ASSURING
To even just simply giving them the first
BITE
they are my only form of
INSIGHT
They help me see the
BEAUTY
That soars above all of this
CRUELTY
They shed light on the
STARS
On these seamlessly cold dark nights they show me what lays
AFAR
That is my reasoning to keep up this
FIGHT
Here's my advice if you can't
LIVE
For yourself
STRIVE
To live for those around you or anyone or thing
Wether it be
GOD
.
Your
.
MOM
.
or even your
.
DOG
this world has so much inexplicable beauty to offer you
We may be
BROKEN
But we can never
GIVE IN
If we stand
TOGETHER
.
We can get through this on going cold
.
.
.
WEATHER
YOU ARE READING
the blood drawling
PoetryA girl who is drowning in her own pain and suffering forcing herself to fight this war on her own but is brought to light with the pure hands of love and now opens those hands to you.
