My skin is pink
The scars are healing
Just to be reopened
At a later point
I will do it again
In due time
Maybe soon
Maybe later down the road
I never know
All I know is that this fight never ends
Its been two damn years of nothing
But small insignificant progress
Because of the pain I want
Because of the pain I caused
And because of the pain I've endured
Aaron is letting go of me
But the blade still beckons my body
My arms are pink
Showing that I'm healing
But doing it again is all I can ever think about.......
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
