*trigger warning: this deals with self-harm.*
blood.
agony.
pain.
but it's all worth it.doors locked.
home alone.
nobody cares.
anti-depressants are bullshit.wrists torn.
mind wrecked.
heart broken.
permanently there.the memories
are permanently there.my body aches
as i recall
the darkest moments
of my life.i look down at my wrist.
scars remain
permanently there.this sucks.
people don't think
that i'm a good person;
all they see
is a boy
whose life
got messed up.
all they see
is a boy
with bad problems.but what sucks worse
is the scars
there to constantly remember
the reason why i did it.
permanently there.nobody wants that;
nobody wants a boy
who has depression
and was suicidal.
nobody wants me.i don't want me.
stained floor.
stained razor.
stained body.unsteady soul.
unsteady hands.
unsteady mind.sliced wrists
red seeping through
the cuts made.
sliced hope
fear seeping through
the courage i held.that voice
permanently there
to taunt me.
but i won't make
the same mistake
again.
i won't.
i won't.
i won't.
i can't.
but i want to.a floral scent
floods my senses
and arms are wrapped
around me.
i am safe.
in her arms.
she keeps me stable.
i hope that she will be
permanently there.a/n: i cri ;-;
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שיריםMy emotions and fantasies of heartbreak made into 15 mediocre poems.