I thought about cutting myself,
I keep thinking I need help.
I want to have this pain be real,
I just want to be able to feel.
I don't want to,
It's like it calls me.
I need to....
I need it to set me free.
I want to be alive,
I wanna be able to survive.
I'm stronger than the alternative,
I have the motive to live.
The motivation is my blade,
there's nothing to save.
I can't stop to cry,
These scars are my goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
