I've never liked the colour pink.
That's why I hate myself for making my white towel the way it is.
I used to like the colour red.
Now I can't bear to see it without seeing the lines on my body.
I used to love silver, the way it glittered and shined.
Now a small piece of silver is my worst enemy.
I hate the dark.
Because in the dark all I can hear are my own tears. And memories of the other dark dark nights.
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A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
