She's proud of herself but she won't tell you why
It's almost been a week since she last even tried
But the voices don't stop and today they won
Will she go for a razor or end it all with a gun
After hours of crying and arguing with herself
She gives in and opens the hidden box on her shelf
Overwhelmed with emotions she selects her blade
Oddly delighted with the choice that she's made
So once again she takes a razor to her vein
And without even flinching or feeling no pain,
Well, there is pain of course but it's mistaken for praise
She is lacking in judgement because the feeling of daze
She sits there emotionless, blood pouring from her wrists
Giving into the feeling she's so long resist
A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm
She's caught up in the evil we know as self harm~
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Quotes for the depressed and suicidal
PoetryBook 2. Just some quotes that are depressing, sad, dark, true, and can/might not relate to you. I do not own them. Highest rank #572 in poetry
