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It's not like I didn't hear your pleas
But I was indisposed myself
And how could I help half of me
When the other half was rotten as hell
I lurk in the shadows when I need to protect me from everyone else
And you needed guidance at a time that I couldn't help
So I ran away and I brought the knife to my veins
And I thought with one slice the sinister parts of me would go away
Till I lay in my blood and I heard your voice but couldn't even blink
And the flood of regret bathed me red...or is it pink
And I wanted to stay a little bit longer
And I wanted to be a tad bit stronger
But I'll work on my problems
Just promise to be here when I solve 'em
I hear the depression in this poem. I hope you are fine right now.