Young Writers Society

Oh how I long for it

I realize that
the scars on my skin run deeper
than any spring can cure
so I cut into my skin
as the blood trickles down
from my hand
I give up on hope
and start to search
for a darker land
o’ hark unto thy
who seeks to greaten my pain
and separate me
from the sane
you do not know
of the horrors
you bestow
but I do not want to fight
I only wonder why
I can not forget
about the pain and doubt
I only wonder why
I can not just lie down
and die
oh how I long for it


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is this lyrical or other?

I don't know. It might even work in Dramatic too.

I love it. And I have nothing to say.

...very intense....