TW: SELF HARM
sometimes i find myself
looking at the blade
that is kept in the drawer
of my nightstand...
the power it holds over me is consuming
every happy part of me that i have left.
it's putting thoughts in my head
of dread and worthlessness,
reminding me of my past.
it taunts me, asking...
"do you want to come play again?"
sometimes i want to
when I feel low and lost,
forgotten and unloved.
every night when i go to bed,
it can hear me cry,
so it opens the drawer and
tries to offer me comfort
in the form of pain.
it survives on the soft skin of
the broken and the tired.
taking advantage of their
wounds and using them as leverage.
creeping up on you when you
least expect it... but you knew
deep down that it was coming
for you.
it smiles with the fresh blood
on its silver teeth,
because it knows you always give in,
especially when times are tough.
another loss for your team,
another win for the enemy.
don't let them take it all home
because if you do...
there won't be any going back.
the tiny little blade,
who is keeping you this way.
will do whatever it takes,
to cause you more pain.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Weeped Like A Willow
Poesiathis is a book of poetry that will be updated regularly. it holds my deepest thoughts and feelings. some poems will have trigger warnings. this collection of poems is based off of heartbreak and losing someone who means the world to you but also los...
