I'm in the dark deep trenches of self esteem
and have summited the mountain of self hatred.

My head is not an empty box,
my mind does harbour dreams.
I wish for stars and gold
for claps in rhythmic tones

but instead i sit and cry on about
how i just can't.

" But didn't you know dear?

that those eyes will tear?

Couldn't you guess, beautiful?

that this wont be merciful

pain equals pleasure

and to survive? you must be clever  "

She looked out the window,
She's having second thoughts,
Should she do it or not?
Dark bags under her bloodshot eyes,
The colors of her wrists,
She's her wrist as papers
While using the razor as pen,
The ink is always red.
The feeling ''pain'' is her only friend.
her shred to pieces beating heart.
She has lost how many times,
Holding the gun aiming at her head,
Saying Goodbye. Darkness fell, while she ran to death
like an old friend