A long time wandering down a road,
Wondering where I should go.
With my first step, I trip and fall,
Until I am nothing left at all.
The ladder is broken and drifts to the side.
I’m holding on tight, not wanting to die,
But how can I live when I’m being starved,
Suffocated with the thought of self-harm?
I feel like my body is vacant and dead,
Like there is nothing of myself left.
Just a body whose fight is gone,
Slowly accepting that life won’t go on.
There is a small way to get away from the pain,
A way to ensure that never again
Will the voices hold back my only breath,
One thing that I hope, is they will end with my death.