Here I am, alone again wondering when life will end,
The pain is no longer concealed, inside I'm dead.
I try so hard to keep it all hidden, tucked away,
No matter how hard I try, I don't want to awaken another day.
Desperation is tying me down, feeding me false lies,
No matter how hard I tried no one heard my horryfing cries.
If only I could gain control and hold on a little stronger,
Unable to recongnise my reflection, I realise I'm a stanger.
All I ever wanted to attain was perfection,
In return all that was received was jolting rejection.
I yearn for the medecine from my trusthworthy blade,
Hoping that she will finally allow me to permanently fade.
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A poem about cutting and suicide.
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I like this, I can relate to it. Good poem..
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wow this is all too familiar.. i understand exactly
what you're saying. i love the line,
"Unable to recongnise my reflection, I realise I'm a stanger." I feel the same fuckin' way. Great write. <3 -
wow! really really nice! the part I like the most is: "All I ever wanted to attain was perfection,
In return all that was received was jolting rejection." I feel really related to it! Keep on writting! -
wow hun this is intence!!!! Im sorry you are going through pain just know..well u already know im here for you
this poem had a really great flow!! you are sooo talented with your words!! greatly penned hun!!
xoxoxoxoxoo
BFF
Xx Ash xX
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Wow
this is really powerful and easy to relate to. If this is at all what you are struggling with, i'm deeply sorry. If you want to talk, feel free to message me
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