I'm shaking
Stop
Please stop
Trying to silence my aching sobs
My chest is squeezed by invisible hands
Crushing hands
My stomach is full of needles
Needles being stirred and swirled
My slow numb brain can't help me
"Listen to music"
"Have you tried drawing"
A fucking picture won't help right now
Pain
I need pain or I won't be able to breathe
I can't breath
My shaking hands can't hold the blade
A growing red line
A thin flower bed of poppies
Their roots hold me to the strong earth
Relief
Instant intoxicating relief
Beautiful wonderful air
The salt still stings my face but it'll pass
The cuts will heal
The scars will fade
This is the last time I do this
I promise
'The only people I care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me' Oscar Wilde
AN: I am in no way promoting self harm I'm just raising awareness of what it feels like to break down and how sometimes you feel like you've hit a wall and there's no other options. You haven't you should never resort to this but if you have before I don't judge you. I don't have anything but respect for you for surviving it.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning in oblivion
PoetryPoems on mental health. I'm going to use this book to write my poems and mostly I write about mental health problems. I'll write a description explaining what their on at the bottom so you don't have to try and work it out if you don't want to. I'm...
