There's a loss of
myself I can't
seem to explain.
A numbness inside
that is numbing my
brain.
Ambition is lost,
there's no will to achieve.
The most smallest of
things.
They seem so difficult
to succeed.
So overwhelming each
hurdle I face.
As if Gods playing
some testing game.
And has made failure
my fate.
Depression strangles
me in its mental
strong grip.
So many times
I wonder,
why haven't I
just ended it.
Another day comes
and passes.
And it all remains
the same.
A void of myself
in the dark of
this pain.
My hand shakes
with the glimmering
blade.
Leaves but a scratch
of this cut I had
made.
Tiny grimson drops
fall again and again.
Leaving tiny scared
reminders.
Of the inevitable
end.
©anthonyjm
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