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She ripped a metal soda can
And used it to slit her wrist
Some thought it was odd what she used to committ suicide
I thought it was desperation for death
Give me a halo
And call me an angel
The demons are shouting
To finally let go
I'm still on this ledge
Look out below
I'm like a volcano
Soon I'm going to erupt
And destroy everything in my path
The days are dark and cold
So I light fires on my skin to keep warm
Yeah it hurts and leaves scars
But I can't find the light
There's a hooded claw that guards my door
Sometimes it tries to hurt me
But mostly it keeps me a prisoner
I don't fight it
Because it's a ruthless and vicious creature
It can't be stopped
It can't be tamed
It can't be killed
I call the hooded claw... *depression
I hate crying
And I hate feeling like I'm nothing
Silence creeps in the mist of the night
Blood dripples from my cut wrists
A chill is felt upon my feet
The cold wet ground freezes me
Lost and forgotten for the night to keep
Gone and dead I haunt the streets
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