Purging, binging, ADD
What the hell is wrong with me?
Drag the razor across my wrist,
A happy story with a bloody twist.
Push down harder, more blood falls.
Doesn't depression win them all?
Fill the bathtub to the brim,
The one you dream of drowning in.
Pop some pills,
You know the drill.
Darkness comes closer,
You're an overdoser.
And dear we all know that you tried,
But it all ended in SUICIDE.
-K.W.B.
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Depression Poems
PoetryThese are all my original poems and pictures. If you use them, please make sure to note that I was the one who wrote it instead of stealing it. They do have a trigger warning and thank you for reading.
