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Suicide...
I grab a razor
Only getting some ephemeral pleasure
Left with marks on my wrists
And scars on my hips
A shattered soul
And a broken heart
I long for love
But only find the comfort of a sharp knife
Bleeding out on the bathroom floor
I reach for deaths embrace
Sirens and panic surround me, am I dead or alive?
I open my eyes
Oh god, I survived.
Only getting some ephemeral pleasure
Left with marks on my wrists
And scars on my hips
A shattered soul
And a broken heart
I long for love
But only find the comfort of a sharp knife
Bleeding out on the bathroom floor
I reach for deaths embrace
Sirens and panic surround me, am I dead or alive?
I open my eyes
Oh god, I survived.
Published 31st Jan 2015
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31st Jan 2015 11:28pm
31st Jan 2015 11:36pm
Thank you, it's great to see such positive comments on such a dark poem. And thanks for following!
1st Feb 2015 3:35pm
Nice job avengingkittens (cool name:). I like that it's concise, and still very powerful. I also now know what ephemeral means lol. Good job
