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As I sit here holding my knife
My mind swimming in depression
A thought seems to lock me
Holding in my aggression

It's a thought of her
The One I "loved"
Something streams down my face
A drop from the sky above

But it isn't a drop
Just a crystal tear
Something I haven't felt in a while
But with it, comes fear

Fear for my life
Fear for her
Fear of this knife
Fear for whats to occur

My mind drifts
To what people would think
It doesn't seem good
And like an idiot, I just sit and blink

I shake my head
Determined to stop
But just one little cut
And a little red drop

That's all I wanted
One and then I'll stop
But my conscious won't let me
It was like a physical block

I throw my ritual knife to the side
Then ended up crying
Life's such a b***h
And to me, that b***h is just lying

 

Author's Note

IDK why I wrote this. It might have something to do with what's going on with me right now. But I'm not much of a poet. It's not completely finished. But tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Saddam]

That's all I wanted
One and then I'll stop
But my conscious won't let me
It was like a physical block
This is a depressive poem....but conscious does not allow you to that sin, a great sin. Next time be careful for this reason. Love your poetry with a deep heart and it conclusion.

[Sami Khalil]

"To what people would think
It doesn't seem good
And like an idiot, I just sit and blink"

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)

[Keevan]

very deep and emotional poem. very good write. :)