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Drops of my soul from the dagger I gave you,
Depression
My heart screams "Don't leave me"
no words escape
worry cut out my tongue
fear tore out my voice box
you never look back.

You say I look sad every time you see me
I die every day, the dagger cuts deeper.
I handed you the dagger called depression
it's not your fault
you didn't know what you wielded.

"Bitch, cunt, whore, you stupid dumb ass
worthless, piece of shit" the list goes on
each word a stab, one to the heart
one slices my throat
my side, my wrists.

I watch in fascination as drops of soul fall to the floor
slowly it drips, pooling round me
as the dagger does not fail to hit it's mark
dealing a death blow at every stroke.

Azrael, hello friend
why do you sit and watch me?
take me swiftly, there is nothing more left for me here.
I'm tired of waiting, and watching my soul slowly slip away.
Why do you wait, it is all gone now, there is nothing left but a shell.