tw: suicide and self harm
"Mommy look!" I beamed.
my finger pushed against the glass of her bedroom window.
My blue eyes sparkled while looking at the view.
"Mommy look!" I cried.
My hands cradling my fragile body, as I carved into my skin.
My tear filled eyes fluttered shut holding my mothers cold, bruised fingers in my own.
"Mommy look!" i screamed.
She turned around slowly, her eyes widened and mouth fell.
"You're not supposed to be here," she sobbed, while enfolding me into a her tight embrace i missed so much.
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poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
