there was once a time
when i though to myself
'how could anyone hate
themselves so much as to
drag a blade across
their own skin?'
but, years later, here i am.
permanently scarred with the
marks of self-hatred put there
by myself, out of pure
i n s a n i t y.
YOU ARE READING
words
Poetrythere's only 26 letters in the alphabet. together, they are just a jumble of meaningless symbols. but if you rearrange them, you have the power to save or take a life.
