One Rough Night Poem by Hannah Diane Williams

One Rough Night



Old poems I wrote,
Stuck in my head.
It's almost 2 AM.
And I feel like
It wouldn't matter
If I died.

At 25,
I still have the
Same thoughts I did
As a 17 year old
Lonely girl.

Maybe one day,
I'll be okay.
And it's just
One rough night.

But the temptation is
So real.
How do I stop the razor
From cutting my skin?

Well, if Jesus bled for me,
How can I still make myself bleed?

Saturday, April 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,self harm,suicide
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I struggle with depression and sometimes the thoughts get dark. Don't worry, I haven't cut myself or anything lately. I had a long struggle with years of self harming and lots of self destruction and sometimes the temptation is real.
But I have to remember who has healed all my scars.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shailaja Sharma 23 April 2018

Mirrors what I feel at times as well....and then the swell dies down

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Hannah Williams 23 April 2018

It's an awful feeling. Thanks for the comment!

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Naila Rais 21 April 2018

Same suicidal thoughts I have... You are so talented... Love it.... Naila

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Hannah Williams 22 April 2018

thank you [3. stay strong please. You can make it.

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