She runs until she has no breathe,
Her heartbeat thumping in her chest,
From her wrists, a dripping red,
In her mind she wishes for death,
The shadows chase her every move,
The one thing she got to choose,
Down this path, she leaves no trace,
All her tears make the blood erased,
Her mind dancing with the past,
Wishing only for hope to last,
Ever fleeing from those days,
She holds a mask ofthe gamblers face,
The world sways around her stance,
With the blade she takes anotherchance,
In her hurt she turns to flight,
The darkness fading into the light,
To the future she turns to face,
Setting aside the blades she used toerase,
Scars sown shut in a final attempt,
In this moment she is contempt.
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Ash and Roses
PoetryPoetry I started years ago and have started adding to again cause why not. Life is a bitch, eat a banana and move on yadada. So this is about abuse, self harm, depression and mental illness. I've had a bit happen to me but hey not everything is that...
