Depression Whispers...
It whispers in your ear
Like a siren cry
“Lets play
I want you
Wont you be mine?”
You want to give in
To succumb to its crimson bliss.
Temporary
Cold
Bliss
It calls one more time
“You know it will be alright
Just let me take the lead
You know you want to play”
So you do
Cold Hard Blade against
soft warm skin
then it whispers again
“Lets play this game,
Like old friends
Once Twice
again
Again
AGAIN
Close your eyes
Feel the ache
Watch it flow
You know what happens when you play with me
Shhh don’t cry
Its fine
Listen baby
Just one last line
You know where
Come with me
Take my hand
Make that cut
I'll save you baby
And this will be our
FINAL
game.”
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