My wrists itch, ache and throb
With life unwanted
Dual red lines form
Constant reminders
Of my failure
Taunting me day
After dreadful day
I will tears to come forth
But my cheeks remain dry
There is only a void
Where once I felt a soul
I am nothing
But an empty shell
Where life once was
They look at me
And think they see a man
But their eyes
Lie
Not a day goes by
That I don’t wish
My body was naught
But ashes
Blowing in the wind
Unburdened
Free
I know how you feel, although I am sad to hear you still feel this way. All I can say is: please hold on because it will get better. I promise. And if you need someone to talk to, please know I will listen without judgement.
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