It’s useless trying
To make things right
Its like a demon overpowering me
And I cant fight
Twilight creeps in my window
And darkness almost fills the room
Blood I cant see anymore
Only thing I see is what I will lose
Razor drops out of my hand
I feel lightheaded already
I’m losing more blood
And I’m not sure if I’m ready
I’ve tried everything though
Therapy, suicide, and more
Sooner or later
I will be dead on the floor
God doesn’t exist to me
He is just another being
I cried out for help
And I’m guessing he was busy
So I was alone
For those long long years
Sitting in the dark
Sitting with my fears.
Author notes
I'm sorry if this isn't what your looking for...but i tried...to lay down my feelings and so....this is what i came up with. hope you enjoyed it.
A contest entry
- Therapy by Dienush.
600 points, ended April 6, 2008, 16 entries
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i liked this
this poem speaks to all those who have went thru the same things. i like reading these because they help me in a way. thanks because yours related to me alot.
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