Suisidal Dreams

Oxygen meets my raw blood
The juice that keeps me going
But nevermore
Nevermore will I cry
Nevermore will the cruel aspects of this torture keep hold on me
My chains are unlocked as the blade meets my flesh
Hide my sorrow under sleeves
No one shall ever know
"You need help" they tell me
Help yourself, does that sound good?
Take a little bit of me
Tare it away piece by piece
Bandage the wounds, cover the scars
Death why doth thou temp me so
Take me and end myself
My heart is torn, soul diminished
Where does my trust lie?
When will I believe again?
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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2 comments so far.

1. Ellie Caporn says:

   your awesome

2. raechale says:

   i agree
   i detest people how judge
   you don't need help this is your help
   great poem