As days passed
Weeks felt like months.
I find myself obsessed,
Obsessed with the thought of death.
The thoughts flowed through me like blood,
Heavy tear weighed me down with grief.
Nothing would stop me from hurting,
The pain would just grow stronger inside.
The pain of the razor blade was vast to my skin,
Listening to every droplet of blood.
My heart stopped,
The tears broke through the fear.
I fell weaker each day,
I was being ripped apart, slowly.
Night after night I cried myself to sleep,
But tears were never enough.
I sat down, and thought,
I don't want to live like this any more.
I know I should be strong,
but I am un