Darkness Within

by RavingMoonDoll   Jun 15, 2010


As a sorrow grabs hold
As depression runs amuck
With a thought so cold
It seems she's run out of luck.

The blade is glittering crimson
Her wrists are stained bright red
She couldn't overcome her addiction
Now she lies bleeding in his bed.

    report violation
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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    I have just given it a five as well, looks very lonely with all those 0's

  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    I cant believe that this has been on here this long with 443 visits and nobody has left a comment.

    This may be short but it is hugely powerful.
    Shows what can happen when depression can take hold and win.
    A very apt title.

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