giving in

You Give In

Folder: 
Depression/sadness

It happens when

 

you're all alone....

 

 

 

No one answering your calls

 

No one answering your texts

 

No one there for you...

 

 

 

 

 

That's when you look over,

 

and you see your blade.

 

 

 

That faithful friend...

 

 

 

 

 

That friend who's always there

 

when no one else is around.

 

 

 

 

 

That friend that 

 

can bring you comfort,

 

bring you freedom,

 

make you.... 

 

 

 

alive.

 

 

 

 

 

You don't dare 

 

tell others that 

 

this is how you feel...

 

 

 

That, even though it's wrong,

 

you actually....

 

enjoy the blade.

 

 

 

You keep that inside, 

 

it's your little secret. 

 

 

 

 

 

You slowly reach out,

 

knowing you shouldn't

 

 

 

but you're done resisting,

 

and ready for that comfort. 

 

 

 

 

 

So that's when you 

 

go ahead,

 

 

 

you hold it in your hand, 

 

feeling the familiarity of it.

 

You place it to your skin,

you press it down,

you pull on it,

you drag it across your skin.

 

You give in and let it win.

 

You cut.....

You give in.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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