Depression · Poetry · suicide note · Writing

Twinkle Of The Night

Twinkle of the dark
Lurks deep in my heart
To the silent cry
That wakes the void inside
A pain, I can not numb
Troubles my lungs
Sometimes I can not breath
When anxiety chock me up
And depression blocks my mind
Why can’t the night be so kind
And be filled with peace
But instead I am breaking down
Burying my heart in the mud
And cuting my wrist up
Trying to escape
The twinkle of the night.

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