By vamp_111

she cries everynight
she starves every day
her wrists are covered
in large scars of dismay
her big smile
is just her frown upsidedown
she has been like this 
all her life round
trying to hide 
all of her pain
with a smile
a wave
and a simple 'ok'
her fingers are trembling
the bottle in her hand
tears rolling down her cheeks
she could barely stand
the blood and ink mix
as she starts to fall
the bottle drops
the pills fly 
the note on the table
as she sais goodbye
she is dead now
the pain is gone
going yes gone
as she sings her very last song.

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Copyright 2018 vamp_111
Published on Tuesday, May 15, 2018.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

this is for one of my therapists patients. she died from cutting herself to deep, was i a coma for 4 months and died at age 14. rest in peace.
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  • lupus tenebrae On Thursday, May 17, 2018, lupus tenebrae (1033)By person wrote:

    Stuff like this always strikes an intimate chord, not only my own brushes with suicide, but my girlfriend's, too. People tend to discredit depression as an illness like all the rest, like it's simply something you can "get over", it cheapens the struggle, I feel. Very heartfelt piece, write on. Scholar

  • Devil lyn On Wednesday, May 16, 2018, Devil lyn (441)By person wrote:

    Very touching ... my apologies for the loss.

  • vamp_111 On Tuesday, May 15, 2018, vamp_111 (14)By person wrote:

    this also goes for me.

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