I want to scream
I want to cry
And i hate to admit it
But i want to die
I want to stop this constant hurt
To stop the voices in my head
To never again get out of my bed
To stop cutting my skin
Like it's a paper
The blade a pen
But I'm an artist
And i can't quit
Every cut step closer
To finding my out work
And once i finish
The lines soon fade
Till white lines
Are all that remain
And if i make a mistake
I cut and cut
Till blood covers up
Anything that i made
And then I'll start over
Onto a clean state
And when the lines heal
I trace them sometimes
Remembering the story
The lays behind the each line.
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Painful Poem depression
Poetry【ＣＯＭＰＬＥＴＥＤ】 When a friend is deep in depression, words often aren't enough to pull them out. But, words can offer hope, remind someone it's OK to speak up and help make sure nobody feels like they're completely alone. The pain of being judged and mi...
