Red tears slide off my wrist
I wish you knew why I did this
The ugly scars sit cold and pale
Because the voice says I'm a fail
I hate this town that I live in
Nothing really ever happens
It makes my days dark and meek
And that is why I am so weak
No I am not self harming, I wrote this after reading someone else's story. If you are harming and/or hurting just know that we are here for you and that you are loved. 💗
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the well
PoetryThese are all little poems that I have written and would like you to read. These poems are feelings pulled up from the bottom of my heart. Some of them anyways.
