Poet's note-> This is my first depressing poem. Cutting was a phase in my life and I am over it. Don't let anyone or anything make you resort to this. Always remember that you're precious to the ones who truly love you, no matter what. If you need any help or support or someone to talk to, I'm right here. This is dedicated to an awesome friend as it was inspired by a conversation I had with her. Please don't forget to vote and comment. :)
Sitting on the terrace with despair,
The moon tries to light me up but in vain,
The darkness attempts to engulf my pain,
But I want to relax with the blade.
There are tears that want to rush out of their way,
But I won't set them free whatever it takes,
Because they will weaken the mask of strength on my face,
So I want to relax with the blade.
Holding the blade in my hand I think,
Have the times really come to this?
My life kept screwing up no matter how much I prayed,
Now I want to relax with the blade.
The blood oozed out with the first cut I made,
I can't help but be amazed at its pace,
Getting numb with so much pain,
I still want to relax with the blade.
I am sick of the people who were always fake,
Promising me the things that I so much craved,
They made me put my heart at stake,
So I just want to relax with the blade.
When I realized all were lies that they made,
I retreated back into my cave,
Now when I know that nobody cares,
All I want is to relax with the blade...
