Do You Even Care?

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.

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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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