losing sleep
Eating less
Everyone always assumes I am depressed,
But they're all wrong
One day they might see
Whats really happened to me
My blood is dripping
My head skipping
The breaking glass frames
I'm going insane
With no mental stability
I fear I'm losing my ability
Scratching lines on my wrist
Biting my lips
Tearing the skin on my face
I don't feel like i belong in this place
My blood wont stop dripping
I feel my mind slipping
Falling from this place
Losing sight of my own face
I couldn't take the pain
I really am insane
YOU ARE READING
spiraling
PoetryI wrote this a while ago and want t share it with others who went through he same things that i did, and still do. Mature for mild references of self harm.
