I am weak against the world i have been a victim of its horrific pain. It has shapes me to be the visouse and fragile person i am today.
I am weak to these blades that separate my flesh, that ruins my beautiful skin, that leaves scars.
I am weak to those around me i put up walls and hide behind them
I am weak to my past the thought of it is deadly it can kill me with one blow.
I am weak to these scars that changes me, that makes me different from people around me.
I am weak to my mind that controls me, that holds those monsters that tell me to end this.
But will i stop....? no cause i am weak.
YOU ARE READING
saving you will save me.
Poetry{trigger warning} yaeh I'm going through depression and this seems to help all of these are mine unless saying otherwise please tell me how you feel about them i really put my heart into them and if you need to talk or are looking for a friend I'...
