The blades, the blood, the scars.
Their depth is something you won't be able to see.
They don't tell you that I am weak.
They show you the times where the pressure was too much to even breathe.
Criticizing my choices, let me ask you
Where were you when I was craving all this?
Probably enjoying your life in pure bliss.
Where were you when death was savouring all that is?
Do you know how it feels?
Everything in the world giving you hints to end your life
Your demons screaming its worthless to strive.
People around you telling you it would be better if you weren't alive.
Yes, maybe my choices weren't right
But who are you to judge this sight?
As when every look on my face was begging you to help me with this fight.
You turned around calling me an attention seeker, in that darkness with no light.
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
