WARNING: This is a poem about depression and self-harming. Don’t read if you don’t like that sort of thing.
I warned you.
There’s something that I want to tell you,
Something that I want to share
But before I do
I need to know…
Would you even care?
Would you listen to me?
Tell me truthfully
Cause I’m drowning and no-one’s there
No-one listens when I tear out my hair
My fingers are bloody and raw
I beat myself ’till I’m sore
There’s something that I want to tell you,
Something that I want to share
But before I do
I need to know…
Do you even care?
The darkness beckons and it calls
Into it’s suffocating embrace I fall
Down
Down
Down
Then pain comes, taking my hand
I want to resist, but I never can
It captivates me with it’s pretty lips
And swaying hips
I can’t resist it’s futile touch
As it’s tentacles slowly entangle me
But I can’t breath, the fear too much
And then I begin to scream
I shatter like glass
Which people tread on with nary a glance
At the pool of red that’s gathering around the shards
I’ve played all my cards
So I’m down on my knees
Begging you please
Someone please come and rescue me
So the night falls
And I crumble
I count to ten
And then do it again
So, there’s something that I want to share
I want to break free
I need some air
Don’t you know? Don’t you see?
Can’t you hear my desperate plea?
Someone please save me!
There’s something that I want to tell you
Something that I want to share
But before I do
I need to know…
Do you even care?
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