Fires ablaze within my eyes
A smile concealing all my lies
Screaming, begging, calling out
A final, frantic, desperate, shout
Scarlet tears drip from each vein
A vehement covet to end this pain
This silver blade, stays by my side
Because all hope inside has died
As each day ends, and darkness draws
The devil toys, with all my flaws
I'm helpless, alone, a worthless mess
A broken child, he must address
I'm tempted when he calls my name
A way out, an escape, an end to shame
To make it feel a lot less real
A deal with the Devil, in blood must I seal
They'll say I died of suicide
But no one knows how much they've lied
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills
That broke my soul, and gave me chills
I died inside so long before
To live each day, an endless chore
Pills could not kill what was already dead
A twisted soul, an empty head
In darkness I wait, in silence, alone
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm
And I open the door for him, with the blood of my arm
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Traurig
Poetry❝I had to close that window or else she'd go on jumping out of it forever.❞ / / © The Virgin Suicides