There lays the bloody blade,
Soon the pain will forever fade.
Every cut deeper than the last,
Hopefully my end will come fast.All the words they said,
"I was better off dead."
You got your wish,
Go ahead and throw up your fist.My eyes began to shut,
As the blood streamed down my cut.
Will anyone shed a tear,
If I'm no longer alive?I take my final breath,
Anticipating my death.
But before I disappear,
Can you stand to look at yourself in the mirror.Knowing you're the reason,
That I'm bleeding.
I already threw in the towel,
Tell me, are you happy now?
YOU ARE READING
Save me from myself
PoetryPoems about self Harming and depression but also recovering and asking for help :)