This is what you wanted, isn't it?
To see me hopeless; at the verge of death
The agony piercing my wretched soul.
The music drowning me into a never ending despair.
You wanted to watch me live hell.
Didn't you?
The cold,
The emptiness;
singing my sad, sorry song to the demons of my head
Like a magnet near metal,
pulling my demons
closer and closer, inch by inch
towards me.
The streak of blood,
The scars on my wrists;
bleeding through.
You see, I am the fallen warrior.
You didn't catch it, did you? The fallen warrior.
The lone warrior.
The damned warrior.
The lost warrior.
The dead warrior.
You wanted to break me down,
Beat me 'til I screamed
and shrieked
and pleaded.
Well, congratulations.
Her last words: You have won, just let me be, please. You have me at your mercy, just let me be.
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Her Last Words
PoetryA story of Depression, Self-Harm, Suicide, Cutting, Despair, and Death
