blades

The blades are sharp

I want to cut

been staring at them for days

fighting the urge to slice up my arms

battling this depression deep inside

when will it stop

when will it end

I have to be strong for you

I can't let myself get so low

Pushing

struggling

holding everything inside

bottle up my fear

deep

deep

inside the void

you can't see my fear

the only thing worse then death

losing the only thing I have left

Reviews

[shade]

wow, this poem shows the darkness of fear
good write