𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃

dark feelings

TRIGGER WARNING:

self-harm

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I cut myself.

Thought I deserved it.

I do deserve it.

The knife pierced my skin and I looked up at the sky, exhaling in relief.

My face is wet with tears and with each hiccup that leaves my body, the knife cuts deeper.

The blood that flows out of me, creating a river on my skin, drops on the ground, creating a mess I've only seen in movies.

It's a nice distraction.

I feel so fucking alone. And wonder if I were to push this knife through my heart, would anyone miss me?

Of course not. They would think I was being dramatic, just by reading this poem alone.

I just want this all to stop.