"I don't have a lot of friends.
I have people I sent fake smiles to, sure,
People I'd talk to if they approached me.
But there is barely two people
That I can actually talk to.
And sometimes,
I feel as though if I said something bad enough.
They'd tell someone.
And I can't do that.
I just can't.
So I keep the worst parts of me bottled up.
Away from the world,
And take the guilt and pain out
On my wrists."
~j.e.b.
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
