Not Yet
I finish the note.
It’s only meant for him.
I hope someone gives it to him,
So he can see my apology.
He has to know that this isn’t his fault.
It’s all mine.
I pick up my knife,
And put it against my thigh.
Just once more,
I say aloud.
One more punishment
For hurting him like this.
I push the blade into my skin.
Not too deep, not too shallow.
I want it to hurt, but not to kill.
Not yet.
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Last Goodbye
PoetryThis is just a poem that i wrote at a low moment. It basically describes my life as of now.... I'll be adding to it every now and then. I don't want to post all of it at once. (be warned; these are going to be kind of intense. nothing graphic, just...
