Our hearts are an open cut ; sore ,
Our minds has been tore ,
As it tells us to come to light ,
But the light is to bright ,
Our hearts remains in the dark ,
As our blood begins to shed like bark ,
Telling the stories of our life's,
We turn to the ways to die ,
Death seems like the only option ,
For those that have been put up for adoption ,
Drugs get you high ,
When being sad just doesn't fly ,
But for those of you like me ,
well ,our addiction isn't free ,
The price is high ,
When you wish to die ,
Though with every single infliction ,
Another smile is given ,
With a depression to keep ,
The cuts get deep ,
As we think to ourselves ,
Just another scar to be seen ...
YOU ARE READING
Its the worst
PoetryA poem I wrote when I quit self harming .... To all those people whom self harm and feel so misunderstood .... Just to let you know I understand you
