I showed my arms for the first time in a week
I almost forgot about the pain
I almost drown out the voices
But i reached for my phone
And picked it up with my left hand
And when i looked down my eyes glanced down
Towards my arm
And I'm reminded
Suddenly the pain comes back
The voices start screaming
I start to wonder if this is an endless cycle
That there's no truly escaping
Unless I'm gone
I stand looking over the river
It would be so easy to jump in
Thoughts start whipping through my head
Maybe the water will be cold enough
My body will go numb
So i won't feel the pain of drowning
Maybe if the bridge is high enough
The impact will kill me first
YOU ARE READING
You wouldn't care if i explained
PoetryJust trying to get my thoughts out before they consume me {TRIGGER WARNING- mentions of suicide and self harm}
