Baby Claire


Notice of absence from depressionofbecca
Taking a Mental Health Leave. I don't know when I will publish next.

He says baby don't cut

She says please do cut

I don't know who to listen to 

So, I listen to him

Then I decide he's wrong

So I listen to her

I listen to Claire

I listen to that voice in my head 

Even though he is really tempting 

I don't listen to him

He tells me this is a bad idea

I don't care

One cut, two cut, three cut four

Could once more hurt just a little bit more

Five, six, seven eight nine

Ten streaks of red flowing down

Down my arm

Eleven twelve countless more

How many cuts till I bleed out

Bitch, bitch

Carve bitch into your thigh

She says

I listen 

I am that

I am a bitch


Take the knife

Stab stab

Right in the chest

No more heart 

No more Claire

 No more Him


  • Author: hopeforthehopeless (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2021 07:44
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 58


  • Paul Bell

    This is a tough one.
    We all have those little voices, that for some reason never ask you to do good things. This is when you need an over-riding mechanism to countereact the voices.

    • depressionofbecca

      It is tough it realy is expecially when people say that you make this up. saying there is now way this is happening you are too young.

    • orchidee

      I 'like' this, in the expression of the situation.
      Hope you find peace and acceptance of yourself. 🙂

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