Pain. It all goes back to pain,
Digging the blade across faster and deeper.... To bleed away the pain.... Not even safe in your own presence. Your mind too dark to comprehend, so you have to bleed again.
Their crimson voices, drip from your arms, until your veins are empty.
The world tinted red, the sky, not a hint of blue.
It'll get better.... I've been waiting yet all I hear is that I need to be better....
I try to seem okay....
Neon green grass, vibrant red roses,
Yet made of plastic.
Beautiful bird songs, the laugh of children,
Yet a broken record.
I'm not okay, yet all I can utter... is "I'm Fine."
You will find me, my veins almost dry, endlessly wandering.... And I can't get out.
So I'll show you the neon green grass, the vibrant red roses, the beautiful bird songs, the laughter of children....
Because I try to seem okay.
(I did have another Wattpad account on my iPad, but I forgot the password sooooo.... posting will be weird asf....idk)
YOU ARE READING
Nevermind....
PoetryPHOTO IS NOT MINE Hi, this is just gunna be a place for me to vent. I have MDD and anxiety....bye TRIGGER WARNING THIS HAS TRIGGERS AND MENTION OF CUTTING AND SUICIDE
