Drowning in depression
This silence is deafening
Leading me down a corridor of shame
The blood drips down
From my arms and onto the carpet
Echoing with every step
I'm getting closer to being numb
It's right at the end of the hall
Cradled there is my last breath
--Me.
From Me to You.
From mate to mistress
In the blink of an eye
Emotions run deep
Please don't say goodbye.
I'll do what you ask
Be your puppet on strings
I gave you my heart
And with it, my wings.
I'll stay in my room
Locked away and stored
Shunned by my siblings
But I'll do as you wish, M'lord.
--Me.
I'm fighting the urge, but I fear it will win
I can feel it in my mind
replying itself in my head
Like a broken record of a memory
That has yet to happen.
I can see myself cutting away my pain;
feel the blood pour out
And the thought entices me.
After all, I'd rather feel my self inflicted pain
Than the pain cause to my heart by others.
--Me
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