I breathe
And I feel my lungs catch fire
I inhale
And I feel the smoke expire
I exhale
And I feel the fire climb up my chest
I cough
And I feel shards of glass do their best
Relief washes over my body
And suddenly my vision is foggy
But it's okay
Because tiny shards of imaginary glass cutting up your throat and making every breath hurt,
Feels better than a million invisible knifes stabbing into my heart and telling me I have no worth.
So I inhale
The poison that takes over my mind,
And exhale
The pain that makes me wish I had died.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
