Pain so real that it cuts... it cuts to the core
And when the tears start, they don't fall slowly but they pour
During the day I force a smile and tell everyone else that things will be okay
But at the end of the day I'm not strong enough and give into the pressures of the day
Sitting crouched in a corner behind a locked bathroom door
Squeezing the blade so tight my fingers begin to sore
Silently crying begging for something to change
Because living this way is driving me insane
Telling myself that last night was the last time
Who was I kidding, I don't know how to survive
Survive without using a blade to numb the pain
I just am living life in vain
So maybe tonight will be my last
Just as soon as I figure out how to move on from the past...
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Everything I Never Said...
PoetryA collection of poems I have written that explain me...