its just stress
there's no way to stop it
only let me work on it
i say i'll tell you when it happens
no one can promise anything
no one knows what i'll end up doing
you say you don't like knowing that i do this
that this has happened while you knew me
but have you ever seen me wear short sleeves?
have you seen me show my arms to you?
you know there are scars
you know there are more
i know that you love me but there's no way to stop me
it's impossible
i'm broken and thats all i'll ever be
YOU ARE READING
You wouldn't care if i explained
PoetryJust trying to get my thoughts out before they consume me {TRIGGER WARNING- mentions of suicide and self harm}
