i have lost count of all the times
i wished to bury the knife in deep
of all the times i cried
and begged for god to take me
im helpless against the demon
thats always in my mind
tauting me and forcing me
to torture my own self repeatedly
i cant even breathe properly
why am i so pathetic?
i see the blood trailing down my skin
a beautiful sight and peaceful mind
but they are all back again
im ready to leave this world
leave ebverything behind
i cant even fake a smile
im scared of breaking again
im scared of myself
the demon attacks one more
telling me to end it all
the angels cries are unheard
as its been long since it was silenced
im feeling overwhelmed
panic is slowly rising as i feel my breath quicken
i cant ask for help
i cant let them see my pain
i must hide once again
i leave the knife for a while
i think ive already lost count of all the times
i pretended that im fine
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PoetryI locked myself on a prison inside my mind and I dont even know how to escape #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱...
