Before I post this poem, I would like to warn readers it mentions self harm.
The world looks flat,
Darkness surrounds you,
Like a whirlwind your emotions spin,
Fear, sadness, anger, hopelessness,
Your tears cascade like a waterfall,
The knife seems so appealing,
It offers a few minutes of relief,
But is it worth it?
The knife is against your skin,
But not this time, you say,
I will be strong, I will win,
Not the knife this time,
You curl up in a ball,
Still sobbing; a repetitive drone,
You’re screaming inside your head,
But no one knows, you can’t let them.
You slip into blissful sleep,
And finally, finally you are free,
For a few exhilarating hours,
The pain is numbed, the tiredness gone,
And then you wake up,
And then it all starts again.