My Little Demon – Suicide Poems

I look to the blade that calls my name
It mocks me and calls to me
“You need me, you want me”
I try to ignore it but I want this

I grab the blade and say it’s name
Knowing that this is going to be it
I hold it up and grab a cup
Placing it there to catch as I tear

I tear the skin across my wrist
Knowing that it was what this is
The one thing I needed is something I heeded
And now I give in and feel blood on my skin

I know this is my demon and I mean it
Every time I do this I want it
I smile as the blood flows into the cup
And feel the pain that has no name
(Poem by Taylor Skula)

    

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