Taunting me
hidden between the pages of one of my favorite novels
losing my sanity as I miss the feeling of sharp metal deepen in my skin
Haunting me knowing tuesday is the last time
I never saw them as scars. They were my friends. When nobody was there. They mended me & helped the pain go away. They were never scars to me. They were my friends
They never left me drowning in regrets and chocking from depression. They pulled me out the water & gave me a new pair of lungs to breath.
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عشوائيThoughts & Poems. Enjoy I guess I sunk my face into my palms. Trying so hard to let out these tears but I couldn't even breath. then i stopped to wonder. If that was what I really wanted. wouldn't everything be better if I wasn't breathing . Wouldn'...
