Little do you know
Alone in the dark
I tear my skin apart.
Little do you know
That the dripping red treasure
Is such a relieving pleasure.
Little do you know
That each meal brought back
Is a way my health slacks.
Little do you know
When you see me cry
Is because I want to die.
You don't know shit about me.
-K.W.B.
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Depression Poems
PoetryThese are all my original poems and pictures. If you use them, please make sure to note that I was the one who wrote it instead of stealing it. They do have a trigger warning and thank you for reading.
