You put the blade to your arm,
And drag it across your skin,
You see the blood rush down
And you start to feel better,
But only for a split second,
Because all it does is distracts you
From the thoughts running through your head
Telling you that your worth nothing
But trust me darling,
Your life is not meaningless
YOU ARE READING
Calling Me Sad Is An Understatement
PoésieThis is a collection of poems about depression, suicide, cutting, and recovery. - All poems written by me💕 - Please don't take credit for these poems.
