Wednesday February 1st, 2023 20:41
Scars in my heart
Pills are laying on the floor,
there's nothing left for me to live for.
A tear is streaming down my cheek,
I feel it burn as if it's bleach.
Blood is pouring from my nose,
the pain it made me overdose.
My thoughts are fading, my body is tingling.
For the first time in my life I finally feel something.
(This is just a poem, I'm still alive. Currently doing trauma therapy. My therapist told me today it's good to not stop writing poems when I feel low.)
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
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