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Jun 2019
Fires ablaze within my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate shout.

Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all the hope inside has died.

As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The devil toys with all my flaws,
I’m helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken child, he must address.

I’m tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to pain,
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the devil, in blood I must seal.

They’ll say I dies of suicide,
But know one knows how much they’ve lied,
It wasn’t a rope, a blade or pills,
That broke my soul, that gave me chills.

I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not **** what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.

In darkness  wait, in silence, alone,
Rose-tinted nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I beckon the devil, with the key of self-harm,
And I open the door for him, with the blood on my arm.
Written by
Will Riggs  17/M/Newcastle, NSW, Australia
(17/M/Newcastle, NSW, Australia)   
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