"Isn't it ironic how
He was the one
Who stopped me from
Harming myself
And now here I am
Lying alone
Thinking about him
While dragging a blade
Across my skin."
~l.p.
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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*
Ironic
"Isn't it ironic how
He was the one
Who stopped me from
Harming myself
And now here I am
Lying alone
Thinking about him
While dragging a blade
Across my skin."
~l.p.
