Poems collection -Self harm (trigger warning)

Soaked

Tears soaking through,

Layer after layer

Of soft duvet.

I can't see light,

All I see is dark,

There is no way through.

Its a black fog,

Hindering my sight.

The box is opening,

I can feel it but not see.

I look at the box.

It's closed.

I'll open it though.

I've reached the end.

Soon it won't be just a soaked duvet,

It'll be a blood soaked tissue,

And a blood soaked bandage,

And a blood soaked shirt,

From a blood soaked heart.

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