It scares me
This scares me
It really does
One slice turns into two
Two turns into three
Three turns into six
So on....
Until the blood has trouble clotting
The fear of living intoxicates my mind
The fear dying is left behind
Pulling me into a whirlpool
Of self-hate and crimson water
Don't try to fix me
Because I'm not broken
I just gave up
I didn't snap
I just laid down my sword...
Fighting this scares me
Life scares me
Life doesn't intoxicate
Like it once did
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
