I tried,
I really did,
Tried to believe all the things you said,
You said I shouldn't have ever cried,
Or touched the blade,
I should have kept the demons at bay,
but I was to weak to let that become,
So I picked up the blade just to watch what would come,
Blood would pore,
Blood would seep,
But never once did I make a peep,
I stayed stronger then you ever would,
But you've never harmed yourself,
And never should,
I'll keep my scars,
They make me realize that life isn't fair,
And death isn't far,
But if I see them on you,
I will care more,
Then you would if you found me on the floor,
Lifeless and blue,
But happy too,
Weird combination, I know,
But I think that blood looks pretty splattered on fresh snow,
Pills in one hand,
A blade in the other,
I would not think of you at all,
I wouldn't think of you the slightest.
I'd think of that band,
That doesn't even know about me,
And realize, that this depression that controls,
Is not the real me,
Then I'd head to my bedroom,
And turn on my music,
Get lost in the world,
And get lost in the lyrics,
I'd once again be happy for life,
And I'd be happy I'm living.
YOU ARE READING
Quotes and poems that I find on the internet, or make myself about self-harm.
PoetryIf you've ever wondered what it feels like to self-harm, or feel depressed, read this. Or, if you have depression, or self-harm, or maybe both, and you want to now if you and I have the same point of view on the subjects, then you can also read. Ple...
