your mind clouds with thoughts
as the world spirals out of control.
tears roll down your cheeks
each one like a piece of sanity
yearning to escape the madness in your mind
that is your reality.
blood trickles down your arm
while you drag a razor across your paper-thin skin.
Depression's voice echoes inside your mind:
"just leave a little mark,
no one can see.
just one little mark,
what's the worst it can be?"
so you cut and cut,
dying to find any meaning in your life
hidden beneath your goddamn skin.
your internal battle rages on
until you wave the white flag,
surrendering yourself
to the darkness within.
you slit that blade vertically down your arm,
emotions gushing out of your veins.
leaning back, you slowly close your eyes
and release yourself to the tension inside.
