Feeling desperation,
frustration, and aggravation.
I slash my flesh to distract my mind
but can't escape these situations.
And my tough exterior
is withered away by time
as i quietly tell myself
that i won't survive.
depression consumes me.
it feels like i've tried everything
except to not be so naive.
tried to pull my head above,
but my own hands drag me down.
So, what's the point of going on
when I'll just fail and drown?
Self-punishment
and self-infliction -
The two friends I trust the most
to take me from the hell i live in.
But even if i could leave
my darkness far behind
it's all i've ever known
so i'll let it control my life.
depression consumes me.
it feels like i've tried everything
except to not be so naive.
tried to pull my head above,
but my own hands drag me down.
So, what's the point of going on
when I'll just fail and drown?
and I see it all fall down
as i try to find my way.
blade to flesh
as i pull back my skin
the blood drains out
but the pain is still left within.
And i'll die with it.