There's no escape.
There's no escaping my own mind.
There's no escaping my feelings.
There's no escaping that voice.
There's no escaping the pain.
All of them.
Mind, heart, voice, body.
They all want me to die.
I don't blame them,
I want to die too.
But I'm scared.
Scared of what comes next.
Scared I may be wrong.
Scared I may be right.
Scared I will be missed.
Scared I'll be able to miss people.
God, emotions are hard, aren't they?
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A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
