Poems of a broken artist

blood.

I imagine once more, 

the blood dripping on the floor,

as I bleed out. 

the pain and sorrow in each cut as I tell myself no more. 

the sting of tears as I beg myself to stop. 

I've lost it all, 

not just my head this time,   but my soul. 

I can't breath let alone fight these thoughts. 

as I get better,   I drown in my own mind, 

the thoughts surrounding me,   covering me like a blanket of thorns. 

the blood comes but I'm not satisfied,   so I pull the pieces apart letting more and more out, 

Till my legs and arms have lines of red..   drying on them. 

I clean it,   wipe my face,   cover them with socks and gloves..   cover myself with loose clothes so I'm hidden. 

Then smile and go back to where everyone else is,   no one is any the wiser about what I just did. 

my smile grows painful as I feel the blood still coming,   but no one can see. 

So no one will know. 

No one will have to pretend to care. 

I imagine it again,   each detail runs through my mind,   of what could have been. 

What I could have done. 

what I can still do..

I imagine the lines through my skin, 

and my soul bleeds out once more. 

(Author's note: 

Please, please if you need to talk to someone, if you are hurting, wanting to hurt yourself or others, reach out. You need to tell someone, talk to someone, even if it's a random stranger like me. I may not know you but I'll drop everything to try and help you. Please don't let the demons win, they are not your friend and you do deserve to be happy, you deserve the world. So please, ask for the help you need. Ask until someone finally gives it to you. You are not alone, your struggles are valid and you are seen, cared for, and loved. 

                          I truly hope you all have a wonderful day. 

                                                                                                                        -CN)