I have these thoughts of cutting my wrist
But then I hesitate before the blade kisses my skin
I don't even know why I'm doing this
I'm really confused right now, Can someone help me please?
I cry every night
Until my eyes get tired
I don't even know why I'm crying
Can somebody even explain why all of this is happening?
I once had a jolly and peaceful life
But then in one snap everything went black
Now I don't know where to hide
When anxiety and depression attack
With all of these problems corrupting my head
I don't know how I'll get rid of this dread
That's where I go back to the thought of myself cutting
Where the blade touches my skin, where the tears in my eyes already stopped falling.
YOU ARE READING
Agony
PoetryPoems made by a girl whose broken and torn apart but still fighting. I usually write poems to express my emotions so most of my poems are sad. I don't know if you'll like it but I hope you enjoy reading this book. Lovelots 💋's Gela
