Aching Wrists
Depression is a monster we have to fight at some point in our lives.
Aching Wrists
by Jack50rkoMy Wrists ache for the touch of a blade,
When I think of all the promises we made,
I don't know why she left and never will,
Even a murderer has a reason to kill,
If the clouds could weep blood instead of rain,
I'd take pride in my severed veins,
Your face is nothing but a haunting,
Your memory no more than a nightmare,
The lies you spewed were more than insulting,
Was it falling in love that you feared?
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2 COMMENTS
Manahill Naik
April 25, 2017 - 16:22 God god. Why are those end lines always so beautiful? And get out of that depression. P.s: I know you so much I can see all your life stories weaved in that poem.Jack50rko
April 25, 2017 - 21:26 I'm glad you know me so well :)