Sitting on the floor,
My back against the door,
I stare into space,
My heart quickly picking up the pace,
These thoughts rapidly clouding up my mind,
I get up, searching, trying to find,
A silent scream,
These thoughts they're driving me mad,
I figure out I might be going insane,
But what's the point,
I roll back my sleeves,
And stare empty at my arms,
It's my addiction,
As one final single tear escapes my eye,
And slides down my cheeks,
Dropping to the floor,
In a splash,
I give in, give up,
A slice across my perfect skin,
Blood slowly dripping,
And a sigh of relief.
Yukki666
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My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia
PoetryThese poems express what I'm going through and how I feel. Basically its a timeline of my life and what is happening. There will always be a dark side to me and a good side. My poems vary from depressed to dark and to my Anorexic side. I hope you gu...