I'm running from the shadows
That chase me in the dark.
I cower from the voices
That lie within my head.
Because they're always, always telling me
That I'd be better off dead.
I feel the tears roll down my cheeks,
Splashing down from my eyes.
So I dig the blade into the skin
And slice across my thigh
Because I am done dealing with this.
I've given up the fight.
Sometimes I ponder as to why
I'm even on this earth.
I've been a screwup all my life,
Even since my birth.
You will not miss me when I'm gone.
I promise it to you.
The show is over.
Please go home.
There's nothing more to see.
The act is done.
The curtain has fell.
So now I'll go nice and slow
To wherever the damned souls, like mine,
Will go.
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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