World is cruel.
It ain't scary.
Fear is just.
Imaginary.
Behind bars.
Of darkness.
All alone.
More or less.
Mentally.
I cut my wrist.
I ask myself.
Do I exist?
I hide myself.
Behind the pain.
Who am I?
Am I insane?
I do not cry.
I simply shout.
I scream my heart.
Out.
All I am.
Silent screams.
All I had.
Fear of dreams
Locked in here.
Chained my soul.
A desperate roar.
A silent growl.
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Why should I live, when I'm downing in tears. Why should I try, when I'm face to face with my fears. I scream but no one hears, I'm behind a glass door in a room made of mirrors.
It would take five seconds. Not even. To never see anything again. But something holds me back, makes me look up as the evening sun sinks lower into the sky. Nobody cares, I remind myself.
It begins with the anger, It turns into sadness, It comes out in tears, Then swells up in redness. The two marks, So simple so sly, There red and there sitting, Right there on your thigh.
emotionally drained. physically drained. I'm so tired. I sleep all day. I worry my parents. I sleep life away. I need to get up. and out of my head. I need to get out. of this damn bed.
She cuts a little deeper, she really loves the sting. Watches as the blood flows, dark red soon fills her sink. Her only wish is for those she loves to forgive her for her sins.
So much to do. So much in the way. I want to forget it. And just sleep all day. I don't want to leave. The warmth of the sheets. I don't want to wake. And face the workweek. I want to get sick.
crying. I just spoke with my dad. he knows I'm dying inside. I told him when I used to cut it was never to kill myself. it wasn't. but I cut yesterday. I still cut and I want to tell him and get help.
My sleeves are stained red,. And I'm drowning in my head,. The river's burst and flowing,. What was hidden is now showing,. There are pathways on my skin,. Leading down to what's within,.
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