Said you'd always be there,
Where are you now?
I'm dying
And you don't even notice.
The razor has become my only friend.
I go to it a lot more now.
Each cut
Becomes more
Deeper
And
Harsher.
I don't have much tine left.
I went to far this time,
I'm losing too much blood.
I'm sorry..
I'm leaving.
You can't save me now
It's too late,
You left.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Mind Dark Writes
PoetryWARNING: Might be triggering!! And this isn't anything happy and it's not uplifting. Suicide. Self-harm. Depression. Self-hate. Angry. Sad. Death. Hurt. These poems are all wriiten by me. They're not all good but I hope you'll like them. PM me if yo...
