*self-harm/suicide warning*
"just once"
I want to know how it feels
"just once"
what's the worst that can happen, it heals
the tan turns red
the silver is now tainted
I sat there and watched as I bled
"bad idea" my brain hinted
"it will only be once" I thought
however that proved to be a lie
the urges grew stronger, but I fought
until I didn't and gave in yet again with a sigh
cherry, maroon, red apple, all shades of red
but none as pretty as the one I created
the satisfaction in watching the way I bled
something I loved, due to something I hated
but it helped me forget
the things I desperately didn't want to remember
it protected me when I felt upset
only for the cost of my skin, which I was willing to surrender
"just this once"
a statement that was so naive
"just this once"
but now I have to wear a long sleeve
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
