Bloody Depression

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just a poem

I feel my depression creeping in,

Desire to cut my skin.

Just to feel other pain than my sorrow,

I would like a blade to borrow.


I want to feel the blood dripping,

because my thoughts are yet again tripping.

I want to lock myself in a room,

and cut myself until my doom.


Just let me go and stay away,

so in my life I can peacefully lay.

You always tend to tear my world to shreds,

my past fill me with regrets.


So leave me alone and maybe I will survive,

or maybe I will just take my life.

Maybe I don’t have the guts to do,

to put that blade to my arm and cut through.

Submitted: April 04, 2014

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Norealle Ehab

i felt the pain with every word and your rhyming was good as well , keep up the good work :)

Sun, December 6th, 2020 9:24pm

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