Blood is dripping everywhere
At this point I don’t even care
Wishing I could run away
Bet no one would beg me to stay
Got all these cuts on my arm
Don’t care that im causing myself harm
Sitting in a pool of blood
Just hit my head ….thud
Now the room is starting to spin all around
And im on the ground
Wondering how much longer I have to live
Not like I had much to give
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Author:
boricuamami222 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
You've expressed the depressed mentality very well in this imaginary depiction. Interestingly, when we are sucking our thumbs like this, selfishly feeling unloved and justified, we are generally proved right as your line so well says, that nobody begs us to stay; and if dying were so easy, how many of us would still be here? I rather think it is our pride thus destroying us, demanding we be honored more than we are or should be....preferring total self-destruction to the truth. You excellently depicted the situation!
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