“The edge of the blade is getting dull”,
Said the voice within my skull.
My scabs agreed though they long to bleed,
For once today I'll head that plead.
Unlocked the door, I cleaned the floor
With a rag dyed red from the blood I've bled.
Days passed by where I wished to die,
Though the Gods denied to toss the die.
What pity dread of the breathing dead
Who longed to die through suicide;
Though not brave enough to dig my grave,
I stood aside, the world decides.
Coward soul who hates to live,
I still breathing strong with none to give;
Maybe why you hoped to die yet never tried
Is because you wanted to survive.
©emily_cjw
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