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)
- 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
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