This was
My biggest fear
Living with depression
For fourteen years
Kept it all inside
To rest inside my eyes
Everything was fine
When a knife
Entered my mind
A few good cuts
And you took it away
But that didn’t stop
The thoughts
Of silver blades
And blood
You think this
Would be
My biggest fear
But this is just
A preface
To my never-ending life

This was
My biggest fear
Poetry once ran
In and out
Of my hand
But my hand is numb
I cannot grip
My pen
Thoughts of my past
Slice me
Shaper than the knife

This is
My biggest fear
I'm already dead
But still waiting
To decease
This story
Is never- ending
even after i die
i will plead for death
 
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