Take My Pain

Her perfection

A state of need

Slashed her wrists

And now she bleeds

Her shattered fate

Is close to end

No way her heart

Could ever mend

So beautiful

In life and death

She had taken

Her last breath

The thin red cuts

Run deep within

She had to leave

Her life of sin

Her skin so white

A porcelian doll

The crimson drips

Had lost it all

Drown in the dark

To ease her pain

And blood of hers

Will fall like rain

Her troubled soul

Had gone away

Her beauty grew

From day to day

Her mirror crashed

As she fell

She knew that time

could never tell

Her age, her soul

Too old to see

And this became

Her final plea

"Take my life

and ease my pain

Make my blood

fall like rain"

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know what I was feeling...depression takes over sometimes...

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Raleigh Hill's picture

Beautiful and painful to read. A fine work indeed.

Xero Identity's picture

It's quite interesting how all the things that you write wilt in just one work of a phase of depression, dont you think? But yet, when that one piece of work is finished, it's as if you've poured everything onto that one sheet of paper, and so you have nothing left. Amusing how depression has its ups and downs, neh?

-Xer0