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First &last
these walls,
they seem endless
like they have no story at all.
depression is a car accident
it cant be stopped.
my life is a story
filled with endless stories of bullshit
all of it.
none of which i cant take.
the words keep spuring
though my mind is blurring.
the aior is cold though i know its not.
my life is at hand.
the thoughts of suicide
they creep through these endless walls.
i cant explain it because they have no story to tell
depression is like cancer
there is no cure.
my life is a long hail and for what?
i feel the pain seeping through my body
as the knife cuts the skin
reality sets in
in time enough that the blade is retrived from me lifeless arm.
the blood eruptes like a volcano silenced for 50 years.
i see the crimson stains
closing my eyes the only choice i have left is to scream......
the blood stopped shooting
the walls had a story
each and creavice spoke its own
depression is gone
cancer is no longer
pain is done with.
the crimson stains dripped
and were swept away
the light is coming closer.
feeling over powerd i am lifted to a stance
there was no pain
it was done
the note was hidden in plain view
i felt as if everything were in bliss.
i was taken higher and higher.....
my body stayed
and the walls stopped talking
the blood kept shooting
screaming didnt end
i couldnt feel the pain.
or the rush of salty tears that slipped to my chin.
the world is over.
the seasons
and life it very self had just ended
the deciving look of that blade
took me for a fool
as i lay there
unable to take back the sin that had just occured
through all this time i recited a prayer in my head.
a poem my mother taught me as a child
as i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i shall die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take.
i heard it over and again.
like a broken record.
I STOPPED.
i had given into the pain
i lost the fight
these walls were shatterd.
