Two parts in me
If I make a pit and throw myself in
This is crazy to ask
But will you deliver me from self
When I think
Of all the ways I can forfeit what I have
Whisper no.
/
All isn’t lost, obviously
Demons of depression so seductive
Sultry tone praying you’ll break your own bones
I was a child
Walking asleep
Look off a tall parking deck as pavement called to me
Jump and we’ll meet you here
You’ll be surprised
Take the dare.
/
Whisper no
Or will I tell God to his face, hey
You made a mistake creating me
Yell
In his face screaming you don’t know what you are doing
Hey
Why make me when there’s nothing I am good at minus making you mad?
/
Beating my chest
As if anyone above is scared
Being entirely foolish
Crying out
If you’re just gonna kill me hurry the Hell up
If I make my bed placing razor wires as my pillow
Whisper no
If I make a bath with razors and glass
Please whisper no.
*The poem, the poem is about moments of weakness. The darkness that deals in depression, it is tough. These poems look bleak, but no, I write to show how it feels inside the storm. It may help those who don’t see. It may help seeing despite the chains of dark feelings.*
