I tried to love again
Gave myself to someone else
Thinking this time would be the last time
But here I am again listening to music
Hoping it'll numb the pain
About to smoke my brain away
Melt my thoughts and take them away
Then tonight while it's quite
My mind will be eerily silent
Like deaths whisper
But my veins will boil and my hands will shake
And I might
I just might
Take a silver blade and cut into my skin
Once again
It's been so long
I miss having something to rely on
Good ol blades
There for me for when I deserve beautiful abuse
Crimson droplets gliding off skin
Pain stinging
So I can feel the pain to know I'm alive
and to feel the echo of ghosts linger on my skin
Instead of in my bones.
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Desolation boy 3 - help me
PoetryThis one is for the ones who don't feel like they exist. And the ones who never get a break from pain. All poems are from my head, heart, soul and personal experiences 🛑TRIGGER WARNING🛑
