When the pain
Becomes too much
And you feel yourself breaking
All you need to do
Is to disappear Into nothing
And follow it
When the voice
Gets too loud
For you to fight back
All that’s left to find
Is the broken piece
That you lost
When cutting and scratching
Isn’t enough anymore
To save you from yourself
All you have to do
Is let go
Of that hope
When every part of your body
Feels like dying
And you know there’s nothing you can do
All you have to do
Is listen
To its pleas
When the darkness
Begins suffocating you
Drowning you in self pity, and lies
All you have to do
Is give up the struggle
And take your last breath
When they’ve taken it all
Every color, every happiness
And every memory of joy
All you need to do
Is disappear
Into darkness
When your mind
Becomes a toxic place
Filled with cuts, and pain
All that’s left
Is to end it
And put yourself at peace
When it’s all gone
And you feel empty
Nothing left to give
Don’t push any further
Just let go
And beg yourself to die
When you can feel
Death approaching
And beaconing for you to come
All that’s left
Is your brokenness
So don’t fight it
Just let go.
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I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted. But dispute that I’ve actually been writing a lot, I just didn’t feel my poetry was good enough for anyone.
- PotterHead
Becomes too much
And you feel yourself breaking
All you need to do
Is to disappear Into nothing
And follow it
When the voice
Gets too loud
For you to fight back
All that’s left to find
Is the broken piece
That you lost
When cutting and scratching
Isn’t enough anymore
To save you from yourself
All you have to do
Is let go
Of that hope
When every part of your body
Feels like dying
And you know there’s nothing you can do
All you have to do
Is listen
To its pleas
When the darkness
Begins suffocating you
Drowning you in self pity, and lies
All you have to do
Is give up the struggle
And take your last breath
When they’ve taken it all
Every color, every happiness
And every memory of joy
All you need to do
Is disappear
Into darkness
When your mind
Becomes a toxic place
Filled with cuts, and pain
All that’s left
Is to end it
And put yourself at peace
When it’s all gone
And you feel empty
Nothing left to give
Don’t push any further
Just let go
And beg yourself to die
When you can feel
Death approaching
And beaconing for you to come
All that’s left
Is your brokenness
So don’t fight it
Just let go.
———————
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted. But dispute that I’ve actually been writing a lot, I just didn’t feel my poetry was good enough for anyone.
- PotterHead
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