In darkness’s embrace, I find my doom,
Suicidal thoughts, a living tomb.
A voice whispers secrets, tempering my low,
To end this endless pain, let darkness grow.

Self-harm’s cruel scars mar my trembling skin,
A desperate cry for help, I can’t begin.
Sharp blades and jagged edges promise relief,
A fleeting rest from sorrow’s grief.

I spiral downward, lost in despair’s hold,
A broken spirit shattered and cold.
The thought...