My mind
Is a weird thing
It's a labyrinth
Filled with knives
Every wall
Is covered
Walk to close
You'll get cut
Fall
You'll get stabbed
Walk a straight line
And you'll meet another wall
Filled with knives
Sharper then you think
Easier to hurt yourself on
Then you expect
And that's why
My mind is a scary place
It may cut you
It may make you bleed
But it you get to the end
It might just heal you
Our souls may unite
But it would take lots of time
And effort
Maybe it will be worth it?
Maybe it won't.
What if it takes too long
What if you dont reach it in time
And all that's left
Is a dark place
An empty space
Between existence and unconsciousness
And that's why its safer
To stay outside
Of my world of knives
YOU ARE READING
2 am
PoetryTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
