No one talks about the afterwards
Where it stings
Against the fabric of my clothes
And it hurts even more
And the deep regret that rung
Through my chest
Made a tide of water
Fall from my eyes
I shouldn't have done it
But it was right there
And the deep feelings
I had buried
Came alive in the moment
The metal shined
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
