My arms are shaking my breath comes in pants my lungs are burning my head is pounding. I try to breathe but the air gets caught. My arms itching I shouldn't scratch my scabs are healing I shouldn't pick. Yet I do and I want the blood run down my arms and drip into the sink. My heart starts hurting the tears start pouring as I try not to cut I stare into the distance don't know what I'm looking for all I know it's hope I'm not going to find it by making myself bleed but it's a way to cope. It isn't going to fix anything but with every cut and every drop of blood my mistakes get replaced with another failure.
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ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Dark Poetry
ŞiirRandom poems about my feelings. Any images used i do not own unless I specified it as my own. I'm sorry if it sucks im a first time writer any renditions are accepted and constructive criticism or if you ever need to talk my door is always open just...
