Wallowing In Self Pity - Poem by Bailey Schatte
When will the darkness swallow me whole?
I am begging,
For my end to come;
I want nothing more in life,
Than to just be done with it.
I don't wish to live anymore,
For every day holds depression,
That will haunt me forever;
I can't close my eyes,
Without picturing the love of my life,
In his arms.
As I hang my head,
With the razor to my wrist,
I wish for my blood,
To be nothing more than,
The blood that surrounds my frozen,
And motionless body, as it spills from my wrist.
I don't care what happens,
To me after I am dead,
Nothing can be worse,
Than the miserable life,
That I have to call mine,
Till my last very breath.
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