You’re Dead

A fiery rage,

An outburst of pain,

Raging thoughts in your head,

And an urge to kill.

Your rage burns inside your soul,

Your desperation is surfacing,

Your insides burn and rip in pain,

And you just want to be heard.,

Depression comes and knocks on your door,

You wish you weren’t alive,

You make “memories” on your aching wrists,

And the scars never fade.

regret touches your lonely face,

And beats you in the head,

You throw your sanity off the edge,

And now inside, you’re dead.


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