You know about my depression,
You know about my stress,
But do you know how I relieve myself from all of the chaos...
No?
Here let me show you,
Better yet let me describe it to you,
And maybe then you can figure out what is wrond with me.
A beautiful blade,
Slices the skin,
Deeper I press the blade, until it hits the vein.
Blood flows quickly out of the laceration.
I grab the towel and wrap up the cut, after it has bled for a few minutes.
Again, I take the blade.
It slices more skin.
Deeper it goes, blood flows faster.
Am I dying?
No.
Am I living?
No.
What am I?
I have already died... inside.
You missed the funeral,
Just like you missed everything.
You missed the signs,
You missed the warnings.
And now...
You miss me.
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Intresting... The topic isn't my thing really but the end is good. Thanks for entering!
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eh. no.
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no.
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i love it...... favorite part is
You missed the funeral,
Just like you missed everything.
You missed the signs,
You missed the warnings.
And now...
You miss me.
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i love this poem...it explains how i used to b
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..I enjoyed this..."You missed the funeral,
Just like you missed everything.
You missed the signs,
You missed the warnings.
And now...
You miss me"..I loved that part.
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