Self-Inflicted

by shadow   Apr 11, 2011


Walking through the night, dark and alone
No one around and nothing to see
I must confess that I have fallen astray
Not sure who I am or what it is I'll be

The night air brushes against my face
I can feel the cold concrete beneath my feet
Tears of frustration falling so silently
Shoes pounding as I walk this empty street

Nobody understands what this feels like
I'm so tired of being tired and depressed
Carrying the weight of the world all alone
Life's got me down and won't let me rest

As I stare at the sidewalk in front of me
My eyes stray to a puddle of blood on the ground
I bend down to take a closer look
Hoping that maybe someone will come around

I start to feel something warm on my arm
A dark liquid trickles its way down my skin
I follow the trail to a large gash on my wrist
I guess in the end, death will always win

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  • 12 years ago

    by Brix Ambray

    "death will always win"...i love this line..indeed very true..thumbs up

  • 12 years ago

    by Maddyxxx

    This is so dark but so good at the same time.
    I can relate in some ways.

    5/5

    p.s ty for the comments.

    I hope that all is well.

    & you continue to write. :)

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