When I sit in my room at night,
sobbing into my pillow,
blood rushing from my wrists and thighs,
you are not "Here for me!!".
I am alone.
Completely and Utterly Alone.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe it Will End
PoetryWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
