A constant tug of war
War raging on in my head
My wings clipped
So I may lie on the ground
Worthless and abandoned
I carve my skin ease the pain
The pain of being alive
But every day the pain gets worse
I want to end it all
My suffering and toil
But I am a coward
Too afraid to do it
But I cannot continue
With a war raging on in my head
The voices telling me to die
The blood pouring from my wrists
The pain ebbing away
Warm black wings carry me away
To a new horizon
Away from this life I hate
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
A constant tug of war
War raging on in my head
My wings clipped
So I may lie on the ground
Worthless and abandoned
I carve my skin ease the pain
The pain of being alive
But every day the pain gets worse
I want to end it all
My suffering and toil
But I am a coward
Too afraid to do it
But I cannot continue
With a war raging on in my head
The voices telling me to die
The blood pouring from my wrists
The pain ebbing away
Warm black wings carry me away
To a new horizon
Away from this life I hate
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