Does cutting not help me gain control
Over what was once beauty?
Am I not taking charge
Of the what I am?
You wonder why
Therapy doesn't help,
Though you don't ask why
Why I feel so sad.
Though
I'm not sad
I'm not anxious
I'm not confused
I'm not lost
I'm not happy
I'm not right
I'm not wrong
I'm not good
I'm not okay
Look through
The lies of my lips
And look deep into
The truth of my eyes
I am what I am
Broken
Nothing
Yet everything as well
Is there anything I can
And yet cannot be?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
My Suicide
Ficção AdolescenteA series of poems about a young person trying and trying. The person who is trying is not me anymore. I'm just saying it may trigger strong emotions with suicide, cutting, self harm, self hate, and depression. Read at your own risk. Stay strong, ter...
