Already Dead Poem by Nameless Dreamer
Already Dead
Sweet seduction is my choice
My bleeding heart speaks as my voice
The more I try the more I cry
And in the end I only lie
I'm not even here so why do I fear
Everything in life
As they draw near I bite back tears
As I pick up the knife
As I begin to fight
As I pick up the knife
I have no hope
I have the rope
As I search for the light
My sick state of mind
As I beg to find
The reason I'm in this life
As I draw with the knife
I carve in my arm
I need the self-harm
And I prepare to fight
I'm scared of myself
I denied the help
But I needed it so bad
I'm not even there
So why do I care
That when I'm gone they're glad
Don't worry your wish will soon come true
As I carve with my knife
Deep down and red enough that I
Have ended my life
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5/3/2024 2:29:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Good poem, but a bit of flat line at the end! An interesting internal struggle of the self harmer. I have found that there are many way to self harm. Metaphorical knife cuts are especially prevalent in todays society. Good to meet your work. Smiling at you Tai