They don't realize
that the very first cut
scars you in more ways
than the others ever could
depression can swallow you whole
it will steal your soul
and leave you with the scars
of the war against yourself
they sting.
they burn
they itch beyond belief
but somehow, it's addictive
its the outlet i never had
its some control over your life
its the calming, burning way
the red runs down from the wrist
its the pain i deserve
from ruining the lives
of so many people
i care about
its the Blood
i need to know
that this isnt a dream;
its my cruel reality
A good depiction of the ugliness of depression and its devastating effects on depressed minds. A well articulated poem insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Jo.
They do not realize scares any more in you. Interesting poem shared really.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very lamentful poem billie.plz read my poem story of my love and how can i move on, its also a heartfelt poem