It's numbing.
Dissociating.
Alone.
I deserve this, I think to myself
With the sharp metal against my wrist.
Red liquid pours from the line
But I sit still and watch, thinking it's fine.
You'll never be enough, I say.
The razor drags and makes more pathways.
I feel like my emotions resemble trying to
find a needle in the hay.
Alone. You deserve your mind filled with clutter.
You're nothing more
than a rat in the gutter.
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Poems of life
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote at 1am out of boredom. Most of which are sad or depressing, but they're filled with meaning. If you understand these poems because of personal experience, I'm sorry you do.
