I stare at the ceiling, wondering why,
I wish, I dream, about wanting to die.
How would I do it – I think quietly –
In the night, stab myself stealthily?
These thoughts always riddle my mind,
To these emotions, most people are blind.
At night, I try to draw blood from my wrist,
But not truly wanting to enter Black Abyss.
Death is cruel but life is worse,
Sometimes I just want to be rid of this curse.
I sing, I write to express these emotions,
But never does it stop my knife’s motions.
To no one can I speak of this depression,
Not even those who allow its expression.
It may hurt those around me,
But far worse is this pain inside of me.
Written by Taeliwren
Chapter End Notes:
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