All these images of death full my head
I have no were to go
No were to hide
They are stuck in my head
Images of me hanging in the bathroom
My wrist bleeding out
Medication going down my throat
When will this end
I have no idea
Why does death follow me where ever I go
They are mostly there night and morning
In the middle I'm fine
But when The night comes to an end
So does my happiness
When I wake up I'm sad
When will this end?
I need my happiness
The medication seems like it is failing
I'm working my ass off But none of it seems to help
I'm stuck
Stuck in a down word spirel
Inching closser
and closer to my breaking point
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Trigger Warning
PoetryTrigger warning ⚠⚠⚠ If self harm or suicide thoughts or abuse trigger you please continue with caution.... This is a collection of all of my poems I mostlywrite them when I'm down and feeling depresed. Any way here they are...
