The days are getting shorter,
The nights stretch on and on.
My heart starts beating slower.
I'm stuck in the time between dusk and dawn.
The dreams are less frequent.
The nightmares are coming true.
My blades are getting rusty,
Here's some that are new.
I'm getting tired of this game,
I don't want to play.
But my feelings don't matter.
The voices whisper, "obey."
Nobody listens,
So I simply don't speak.
A cry for help would simply
Let them know that I'm weak.
The cuts are getting deeper,
Scattered all over my skin.
I'm fighting with my demons,
And I can't bring myself to win.
Where's the hope when you need it?
I need a reason to stay strong.
A part of my mind says I can do this,
But I know that it's wrong.
Things are getting worse.
There's not much more to say.
I'm going to give up soon.
There's no reason to stay.
The days are non existent,
But the nights stretch on and on.
My heart is beating slower.
I'm going, going... Gone.
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Self Harm and Self Hate (Poem Collection)
PoetryTrigger warning. Mention or depiction of Self harm, suicide, depression, sexual assault, abuse All works from when I was 10-14 and very depressed.
