you treat
the scars on your arms
as little lines
and lucky charms,
more than thin lines,
it cuts deep,
a soul so drained,
you take your pain to sleep,
is there any good,
in harming yourself,
other than it being a reminder,
of you not asking for help?
you just wanting to die,
and hanging one feet in the air,
saying just one more reason,
and you'll be jumping down there,
down into the darkness,
where you'll never be found,
an infinity of sleep,
all safe and sound.
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
