I use to stab my nails into my wrist
To make all the pain go away
I stabbed my nails into my wrist
Until my skin turned blue
But I never let myself bleed,
No,
That would make me weak.
My anxiety overwhelmed me
So I learned a nervous tick
I would smack myself in the head
10 times
Until the pain was the only thing I was focused on
I would come home with a bruised wrist
And a red slap mark on my forehead
One day it all seemed irrelevant
Nothing was going to change
So why was I doing this?
For attention?
No,
It didn't get me any either way
To punish myself for being such a screw up in life?
Yes.
I stopped though,
I haven't seriously done it for 3 years.
But every once and awhile
I'll get anxious
And I'll start stabbing my nails into my wrist again,
And then slap myself in the face for doing it.
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The Teenage Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry For any teenager Who feels alone, And ugly. This is for the ones who just need a rant session. This poetry collection Is for the outcasts, And for the goldens, Because here we are all anonymous. Well, except for me.
