Blade against skin
Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
Filling my mind to the brim
Driving me slowly insane.
The first cut, blood
Spreading on pale skin,
Trembling hands and prickling pain
Travelling through nerves.
Uneven breaths and haggard eyes
Cuts marring wrists,
A blood filled sink
Numbing the constant ache.
Bleeding wrists and distant eyes
Blood stained tiles,
Chest clenching in phantom aches
Finally oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
