They say it gets better
That it only takes time
But I've only gotten better at hiding it
Hiding the urge to find solace with a blade
I find comfort when the blade digs beneath my skin
And the warm blood runs down my wrist
At that moment, I feel okay
Whatever pain I felt emotionally has disappeared
But it isn't always easy to cover up the marks
Sometimes I find myself searching for new crooks to hide them
There are other ways to do this
But nothing compares to that piece of metal
Nothing soothes the pain like a razor blade
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Misled By A Heart
Poetry⚠️ *Trigger Warning* ⚠-contains self-harm, sexual assault, and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Do you sit awake at night? Do you feel your heartbreak? Do your words never seem quite right? How much can one person take? Misled By a Heart https:...
