Sometimes I want to hurt myself
Not enough to kill myself
Just enough to feel anything at all.
Sometimes I bleed
All over this page
Bleeding memories and thoughts
Word vomit that I think helps me.
Hopefully it helps you too.
Sometimes I like to bleed
Don't judge me I just need the hit
Of dopamine.
Sometimes I want to un-alive myself.
I know it would hurt you,
But pain is temporary they say.
The heart and mind have a way of moving on
Except mine never have
All they do is mourn the loss of us
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Mentally Damaged
Poetrya collection of poems I'm constantly working on. For those who know the suffering of mental health issues and those who humor my simple way of coping which is of course to write more poems to relate to from my darkest and saddest to the hopes of a y...
