Those Lonely Days

DAC._





Those days and those nights

When I sat on that floor 

SCREAMING to myself how I couldn't take it anymore

Raised the sharp blade, to my sad skin 

Cutting deep so I can feel the pain 

That's really from within

Taking those pills, way overboard

SCREAMING to myself I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE

Crying all the time on how empty I feel

Blood stains on my clothes, when I come to what's real  

Bawling on the floor 

Squeezing my nails in my skin 

once more

Leaving scars on my body 

for the sadness I could no longer endure

Feeling the pain strike my bones 

as I open that bathroom door

To do it all again if a single tear hits the floor

While my blades SCREAM COME BACK FOR MORE 

Those lonely days, Those lonely nights

When all my soul tried to do was fight.

  • Author: DAC._ (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 12th, 2018 20:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem describes what I did while I was in a depressed state of mind. I do not by any means suggest that this is okay behavior. I just want people to know they are not alone and I know it sounds corny but things will get better. But first they get worse.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 9
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