TW: Self Harm, Suicide, Drug Abuse
the effects after are what kills. wanting so badly for someone to see but being shameful of the scars your bare. as you start to see them fade your desire for more increases it burns in your mind and you get an itch only a blade can fix. it's the effects after that kills.
i thought death was supposed to be light. going into the warmth of the afterlife, getting to finally experience tranquility, but what's happening now is truly the opposite. as i fall through the air, the wind attacking at my body, all i can see is the dark sea.
wake up, do my day, take a pill. wake up, do my day, take a pill. wake up, take a pill. wake up, take a pill. take a pill. take a pill. take a pill. please... wake up.
i don't know what's real anymore, the days (someone) used to just blur together but now i can't tell if it's the start or the end. what's (please) wrong with me? is there even anything wrong? there are times where everything will crash together like the vengeful waves of Life but then like a click of a light it's gone. what (help) are these things posing as emotions in my brain, they are worse than the pain of heartbreak. they are parasites taunting at me. i cannot trust (me) what is real, is my love real, am i real-
oh god, please no. it's happening again, i can't go through this. when did it start, when did i lose myself? i don't even know if this is what i want or if this is what the autopilot of me decided to make happen. how do i help myself, who can save me, can anyone at this point?
(don't worry, i am okay, i got help)
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The Words of A Ghost
PoetryPoems written by a depressed teen girl where the love of another made her love life again. I have gotten help, I suggest talking to someone if you relate to these poems, this is how my mind worked before and after medical help.
