Depression Poem

Just a poem I wrote, not sure if it is all that good, but, whatever....

Wrist Cutter

© Grecia
I slit my wrist to erase the pain,
you look at me, and think I'm insane,
my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars then you will see,
why I can't seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you'll forget,
for I'll soon be gone, and I'll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can't deal with life, it's getting far to hard,
everything's gone wrong, it's not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I'm dying,
I don't want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry,
I'll be fine, and happy you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.

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Published: Aug 2011
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  1. Antonia, Misouri Submitted on Wednesday, March 21, 2012

    Hunny, this is amazing! I love this!!! Keep writing!!!!!!!

  2. Meghna, Toronto Submitted on Wednesday, January 01, 2014

    This is a really really touching poem.
    I've been wanting to write an emotional poem that will tug peoples heart strings for a long time, but I could never think of any ideas.
    After reading this, I'm thinking about how I can write about depression, self harm, and suicide.
    I'm also participating in a ''Poetry Slam'' behalf of my school, and this inspires me so much!

    Question: Do you mind if I use a few lines of your poem? I'm just curious. :')

  3. Hi my name is Jessica
    This poem was exactly how I feel. It really touched me because it's so true. A lot of my friends have died from suicide. On Christmas morning I went to a friends house and she committed suicide I tried to stop her but it was to late. I called 911 but she then fell asleep on my arms. I am now depressed and I cut.

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