never going back
i never want to go back to that place againthat dark corner
where i cried myself to sleep
where i cut my own flesh to see if i was really alive
where i thought about ways of committing suicide
where darkness was something i knew all too well
when the blade became my best friend
when suicide became a fungus that never left
when crying was all i knew how to do right
looking back at how i was
scares the fucking hell out of me
i see people that are just like that dark part of me
i know what theyre thinking
i know what they do
i know how they feel
im never going back to that
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