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Depression

I am bleached in black,
A life where love is lacked.

I'm losing myself again in the abyss,
Holding my razor, cutting myself with it.

I'm bleeding, red the only splash of color in the dark,
The world has gone monochrome, empty, and stark.

One hollow beat from within my chest,
As I close my eyes, and fall in eternal rest.

Something I've been trying to tell,
Before I became this empty shell.

But nobody listened, so I played on deception,
As I spiraled deeper into my depression.

A noose around my neck as I stand on the chair,
I'm ready to kick it out, let my eyes give an empty stare.

I can't wait for the chill and the snap of my neck,
Now that my emotions went crazy and I'm just a wreck.

Who would've thought I'd come to such a low?
Who would've thought I wouldn't die as my blood flows?

Toes curl against the edge of the seat,
The cold wood burns through my feet.

I lift one and then the other,
Mentally apologizing to my mother.

I've failed like many others at what people call life,
When I received no more comfort from my knife.