The thoughts get so loud
All they do is scream and shout
I try to shut them out
I don't feel proud...
Of what I'm doing to me
Blood runs down my ankles and wrist almost everyday
Cuts get deeper and deeper...they always stay
Don't you see
I'm hanging by a thread,
Hiding behind this wall I built up so high...
You ask if I'm fine but I just lie...
As I see red
This hidden disdain...
I feel for myself
Isn't going away, I feel my health
Decreasing...as I feel pain
I am silently asking for help even though I fell...
And no one seems to understand...
I am killing myself slowly, and I just hope I land...
Down in hell
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The Darkest Hours
PoetryThis is all self written poetry about when someone is at there lowest and all their thoughts are hurting them. Some of the poems have mentions of suicide and other triggering stuff like sexual assault and more... I hope you all can relate or connec...
