Silence is golden
but all i hear is sounds,
their terible voices,
telling me to push down,
the tiny clink from the blade helps me get threw the day
just a handfull of pills
will help me with my own will
have you ever tried to comfort yourself?
saying it'll be ok even though it hurts like hell?
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
