The blade is calling oh so sweetly,
Tempting me to break all my rules.
It shines wickedly,
Making sense out of nothing.
It whispers it's reason,
Begging me to come back.
It's voice brushes against my wrist,
As they beg for their lover.
My voice is invalid.
My heart out of excuses.
My brain no longer in control.
As the demons speak for me
Using my voice against me,
The blade come closer.
Nothing stopping them now,
As my wrist meets their old lover.
As my blood begins to spill,
A smile appears on my lips
And a breath of relief escapes.
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Depression Quotes
Poetry*Trigger warning* You don't know why you're exhausted? You're fighting a war inside your head everyday. If that is not exhausted I don't know what it is.
