Blood dripping all over the paper. Blood bleeding from my cut. The cut on my wrist. The cut I inflicted on myself.
She left me, my best friend left me, and in years, it's the most painful thing I've ever felt, the most painful thing that has ever happened to me.
I felt blood dripping on my clothe, from my chest. My heart is bleeding too.
And, I opened my eyes, saw my unslit wrist and my not-bleeding chest and I realized it was all in my head.
My best friend didn't leave me, yet. I haven't tried cutting, yet and I'm not bleeding from my heart, yet.
I touch my face, realized it's wet from my tears, tears I didn't even know I was shedding.
My thoughts can be dangerous. My thoughts are dangerous. Hopefully, It won't consume me whole.
It hasn't, yet.
_______ ellie a. o.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
