- There's something I like to do on occasion that really makes it better. That takes the pain away. Just promise me you'll never try it. because I don't ever want you to hurt like I do.
- Sometimes when I'm alone and can't bring myself to cry.
Sometimes when I can't bring myself to stop crying.
Sometimes there's a little silver beauty I pull out of a box.
Sometimes I pull her out of her box and drag her across my wrist.
And sometimes she leaves a little red line.
Like a painting to take away the pain.
- The scars are starting to fade and I honestly don't know if I'll be okay without them. I'm trying so hard not to make nore but I think, that maybe I still need them to feel okay.
- Dry your tears, wipe your wrists. another fuck up on the list. You'll never be enough. You'll never make it through, you know they'll never be happy with just you.
- Blood on the floor, on the blade, on my hands. Tears on my face I know they'll never understand. Water drips from my hair, the tub turns red. I close my eyes, I'm finally dead.
- Blood on my hands, blood in the tub. Oh it feels so good to be so numb. It doesn't hurt, the pain is gone, I can be happy again, for everyone.
- Blood everywhere, I can't help but stare. I'm losing my mind, I can't function right. Why can't I move? What happened to the light? I'm falling down. Suicide.
VOUS LISEZ
A series of writings from when I was fragile and broken to now
Poésierandom writings I've held onto for years and finally decided someone should see
