I feel the familiar weight
Of a familiar depression
Before, My response
Was violence
To myself
And with a knife
I carved the peace
And tranquility
Out of my veins
The answers to my misery
Flowed crimson
Down my arms
But the blood runs dry
And the knife
Is dull
So now what will I do?
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
I feel the familiar weight
Of a familiar depression
Before, My response
Was violence
To myself
And with a knife
I carved the peace
And tranquility
Out of my veins
The answers to my misery
Flowed crimson
Down my arms
But the blood runs dry
And the knife
Is dull
So now what will I do?
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