Erase, erase your skin away,
Come on out it's time to play,
Join my dark and twisted game,
My release is your pain.
Cut, cut your skin away,
Let it bleed your tears away,
Watch the blood run down your arm,
Join me in my game of self harm.
Burn, burn your skin away,
Watch the skin start to decay,
Look at all the things you've done,
Looks like depressions finally won.
So you erase, cut, burn your skin away,
Until nothing's left at the end of the day,
You take one last breath and say your goodbye,
Depression has won, it took your life.
YOU ARE READING
Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
