darkness becomes me
and i become darkness
i'm useless and alone
so just let me go
help me be free
a cut to split the vein
i don't want to occupy
this vessel anymore
a cut to split the vein
a cut to split the vein
release me from this pain
release me from this pain
the only thing that runs
through my head is death
i'm counting all my blessings
i'm counting every breath
please stop telling me
to appreciate what
i'm given because it's
not fucking working
this godforsaken emptiness
won't leave my mind
tear-stained hands and
bloodstained wrists
tears fall from my eyes
but nobody sees them
i can't stand living anymore
god, hell knows i'm
miserable now
drowning in this
abyss of emotionless emotions
how much more can
my battered soul take
there's a lump in my throat
and i swear i'm going to cry
but i can't let them
see me so weak
every fiber of my being
is woven into
this threadbare blanket
of depression
and i can't stand feeling this way
i don't see the point
of living in this world
when nothing's working!
nothing's working!
please
just please
release me from
my pain
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Late Night Musings and Obsessions with Death
PoetryIn this book you will find: - poems about Death - short stories involving Death - excerpts from a potential book about a boy and Death - existential crises - sadness - apologies Some poems/stories may be tagged with "tw". That means that the materia...
