Sometimes, I would love nothing more than to die
A lot of the time, really
If you felt like this all the time
You would want to take your life, too
One word
That's all it takes
Then your mind is all you hear
Absolutely no escape
No escape
No escape
Visions of escape from the screaming cloud your thoughts
Suddenly, you're running down the school hallway
Away from them
Away from the girl who had no clue
About the edge you were on
You're in the bathroom
Tears dripping off of your jaw in pairs
Sliding down the cool, stone wall
Blood
Blood everywhere
On your hands, your clothing, staining your rusty razor blade
The screaming softens a bit
Euphoria
The color of soft blue fills your mind
Jacket on
Hands washed
Blade put away
Walking back
You realize what you did
Disappointment
Oh God, worse than last time
Your freshly sliced skin screams
Constantly reminding you
Can all you do
Is make mistakes?
You sit back down in class
Don't speak for a long time
But your mind is talking
Talking
Talking
Suicide
The word demands your attention
Screams
On and on
One word
That's all.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Places
PoetryI guess these are just odd things I jot down when things are rough for me. They aren't terribly good, but I felt I would share.
