The aesthetic, the longing of the danger it kills but I want the thrill I want the edge I have the edge but will I cut myself with it?
the scars are fading and i'm torn, but does it have to be one of the other?
it feels that way because I feel lost without an identity
I don't wanna say no but if i'm not choosing that path I have to stop somewhere right?
I spend a lot of time questioning my thoughts and calling myself sick. If I feed myself poison why am I surprised i'm sick?
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13&18 and everything in between
PoetryFree verse poetry written from perspective of a high schooler freshman through senior year through all of the ups and downs of teenage years. Not fully edited so be nice lol
