i'm scared that i'm bleeding from invisible wounds.
i wake up scarred and bruised
with no memory of the weapon that was used.
is it all in my head
or was it just left unsaid?
did i block it out
only to fill myself with doubt?
i wake up scarred and bruised
with no memory of the weapon that was used.
how can i be bleeding from invisible wounds?
– what happened to me? *
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a few raindrops from the cloud
Poetryit's ineffable, but here are some words that describe a few pieces of the puzzle. tw: mention of ed, sh, sa, suicide, depression/anxiety [original poetry by marah nikaylan (aka nikay)]
