Depletion

I sit in the room once again.
I want to feel the sharpness penetrate my skin. The crimson would flow over the white, then finally there would be no more light.

Depletion...

The redness would engross the room as my heart keeps pumping. I want to die, but I realize what I have done, as my heart soon stops thumping.

Depletion...

Each tick of the clock is another pint. The warm  red around me is a beautiful sight. My eyes would soon shut with exhaustion. Now there is no more precaution.

Depletion...

My empty body would just lie in the dampness of my last excretion. How wonderful, I'm just one more Depletion.....

Depletion...

The more I try to live, the heavier the tide
The more I try to be happy, the more I want to hide

WRITTEN BY- SANDRA H.

 

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