Red rings around my wrists,
My skin somehow still resists,
From breaking and letting blood loose.
Yet I still go on and abuse.
Red slowly turns blue,
I begin anew.
Rubber band snapping so loud,
When no one is around.
Impossible to tell me to stop,
The pain knife like sharp,
Feeling going through my skin,
Right into my mind where it settled in.
It all reminds me that I am a shadow,
Of a person you used to know.
Now I sit here, eating the fruit,
Of the great disaster whithin I dispute.
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Sanity Sanity
Puisicollection of poems of a too young person to be dealing with this kind of things
