The title is: Blunted. Tell me what you think of this poem ~Breeze
This is no longer my life,
It's my struggle.
Every day I wake up wondering,
Will this be the day?
We all know there is only one way to ease the suffering of depression
I'm trapped
In a dark box like a dog,
Being blasted by water every so often,
But always returns back to the state of anger,
Contempt is my only feeling towards myself
Am I good enough?
Despite friends who love me,
A boyfriend, a nice house.
Is there any way to choke this down?
My wrist is screaming to be hidden
My thighs follow suit
When the metal gleams I know what will happen
But I can't stop
It's an addiction they say,
It's a phase they say,
It's all in your head they say,
But really is it?
Is it an addiction or is it the hope?
The hope that one day I will slip with it.
The hope that one day, I will spill
I will spill from the red darkness of my thoughts
Away from the pain
Away from the suffering
To where there is nothing but me, alone, no longer scared
Blunted.
