I laid on the floor
Staring at the stars
hoping to die
Depression took me under
That was last night
Anger
Self pity
My prison
Release is no where to be found
Yet there's a tether
Helping me stay together
An outside connection
Helping me forget for a moment about this depression.
As I write, I begin to tear.
Free flowing blood I don't fear.
But I do my self harm
I promised to stop
Broke that promise
after some blood dropped.
Although it helps with the stress
It simply creates a mess.
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