I used to cry when I’d cut
I wish to die, so what?
Nobody would care
They’d learn to bare
I drag the blade against my skin
And wait for them to fade
No one comes to my aid
I wish to be thin
My head spins
I’m letting the demons win
I regret my life
So here I am with this knife
I’ll miss you
It’s cutting through
Bye bye, world
I see the light
My whole life is swirled
I’m taking flight
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:56 AM UTC
I used to cry when I’d cut
I wish to die, so what?
Nobody would care
They’d learn to bare
I drag the blade against my skin
And wait for them to fade
No one comes to my aid
I wish to be thin
My head spins
I’m letting the demons win
I regret my life
So here I am with this knife
I’ll miss you
It’s cutting through
Bye bye, world
I see the light
My whole life is swirled
I’m taking flight
I wrote this in 2018, I believe, and I was very depressed at the time. I still look back at this poem even now.