2015
The blood bubbles over
Her once beautiful skin.
She promised not to do it,
But she did it again.
She's finally hit her breaking point.
There's not much more she can do.
So she punishes herself.
She'd never dare hurt you.
Depression is a fiend.
Social anxiety is no better.
She can't verbalise her emotions.
That's why she's writing this letter.
YOU ARE READING
Cyanide Lakes
Poetry❝WE TURN OUR PAIN INTO BEAUTY AND HOPE OTHERS WILL RELATE.❞ Please read the introductory chapter for an extensive trigger-warning. This particular collection contains a wide variety of poems detailing thoughts of insecurity, depression, suicide, etc...
