I have these scissors all bright and pink, but maybe they aren't used for what you think
I scratch and scratch, making no progress, I'm unable to accomplish this one success
I scratch my skin, yet I don't bleed, I scratch my skin where no one sees
If its only a scratch does it count as self-harm? its just a small scratch, on my left arm
I do it because I was told I deserve it, I do it because I know I'm not worth it
Say what you want, but we all know what's true. I want me gone and so do you, you want me gone, away from you all. so if you don't see me tomorrow know, its your fault. those words cut deeper than you think, maybe not physically, but emotionally, and I make them physical, with something pretty and pink
YOU ARE READING
a broken soul, in a hungry body
Poetryeverything written is my personal thoughts and feelings from my experiences, it is all my original work. ⚠️tw⚠️ contains sensitive topics; including but not limited to self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sleep paralysis
