As she walks,
the ice spreads out from under her feet.
The slow beating heart is encased in ever-thickening ice;
She is cold.
As she thinks,
the emotions in her brain bounce high then low
frantic like sugar high children on trampolines;
She is up. She is down.
As she talks,
her words lash out, beating the ones she is closest too
leaving bloody open wounds upon which she pours salt;
She is ruthless.
As she sits,
the emotions slowly start to fade.
The energy and motivation drain as the day progresses;
She is numb.
As she contemplates,
the rope starts to fray as she works it in her hands.
The necklace of hope is finished as is her life;
She is gone.
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Secrets for Words
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
