I feel it within my grasp,
the thoughts flooding my mind,
should I,
shouldn’t i.
It’s been days,
the urge always there,
the misery in my heart,
always taking over.
The more I think,
the closer I get,
I can feel it against my skin,
a tear rolls down.
I break the flesh,
the blood starts running,
I cut deeper,
deeper still.
The pain becomes distant,
so does the world,
I can feel myself going,
drowning.
I cut a little deeper,
I can feel myself going,
this is the end,
im gone.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
I feel it within my grasp,
the thoughts flooding my mind,
should I,
shouldn’t i.
It’s been days,
the urge always there,
the misery in my heart,
always taking over.
The more I think,
the closer I get,
I can feel it against my skin,
a tear rolls down.
I break the flesh,
the blood starts running,
I cut deeper,
deeper still.
The pain becomes distant,
so does the world,
I can feel myself going,
drowning.
I cut a little deeper,
I can feel myself going,
this is the end,
im gone.
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