bloody walls
hands are bleeding really fast,
showing reflection of my past..
gaze is getting cloudy dark,
but i get only a death mark..
opening my eyes once more,
thoughts gets worse than were before..
asking myself— what i live for..
own blood satisfies psychical sore..
cut up wounds with pleasure,
hope it take throat pressure..
even if it dont help,
i continue this step.
razer slides along the hand,
feel like i cant even stand..
fresh blood in my cuts adore,
red drops leaves it on the floor..
from loss blood i can only see some flick,
thats normal to me because im psychical sick.
maybe my dreams are weird,
but fear of them was disappeared..
anxiety attack suddenly start,
when i gradually snatch my heart..
guilty feel drags me down..
in this abyss i wont be found..
30.05.2024
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