Young Writers Society

NOTE: I'm not really good at poetry, story-writing is more of my thing...but this was just swimming around in my head the other day...and i know its not good...suggestions are welcome:)



Drowning into an emotional hell
Slit my wrist open
Let the crimson red
Flow out
Wash out the pain
Until there is no more

Bury me deep
Deep into the earth
Into a void so deep
The pain is silenced

Raise me above
The skies so high
The pain is lost in the winds

My soul, drained
Not a breath left within me
Let me be asleep

The flow was kind of choppy, and to be honest the topic was cliche. Depression is probably one of the most overdone topics in poetry, and wrist cutting is up there too. I don't want to offend you if this is written from personal experience, but if you're going to write about something like this, you need to be more creative with your language and imagery.