*warning - talks about self-harm. This can be triggering so please be careful.
I didn’t choose it!
It was never lain.
Yet, I do it,
Beautiful pain.
Cry, until I sight,
The red liquid ease;
Feeling right,
As the tears cease.
The sleek silver,
Sharp as I hold it;
While I quiver,
It just feels fit.
It hurts you,
Pains me.
Wish I can help you,
Like you hear me.
All I know is,
I love you.
What I feel is,
I need you --
To save me,
By being there.
I know you will be;
When I do this here.
-Rose.
JE LEEST
Life's Essence | ✔
PoëzieCollection of self-written poetry. ________________________________ There was once a girl who had no voice, Yet, she inked her words. Words, Deeper than the oceans, Stronger than the seas, Warmer than the flames, And louder than the voices. ________...
