No one is perfect
No body is perfect
Mine certainly isn't
There are scars on my wrists
And cuts on my thighs
From playing with razors
But never knives
My mind is a mess
And my heart is a wreck
What's wrong with me?
I'm very depressed
It's drowning me
Killing me
Sooner or later I'll be dead
But you won't miss me
YOU ARE READING
They will be discovered
PoetryHarming isn't childish it isn't a phase it is real life And if someone doesn't realize that well, joke's on them because unless someone realizes that people do harm for a real reason it will just keep happening I want to be that person who realizes...