My Depression and Suicide poems

10.)

Break your own heart
Make your own scars
Create your own story to capture your stars

Sitting in the dark
In the place you once loved
The blade in your hand is your current true love

Life doesn't matter
It doesn't mean a thing
Your time is over with one final ring

You sing softly to yourself
As the bells ring high and low
For it is time that you end your show

You stare at the liquid
Surrounding your body
The floor you now made bloody

With scars on your wrists
You swallowed the pills
Nobody knows the way that you feel

You lay yourself down
With one final breath
This is the end, this is my death