Someone asked me if they could see my wrists..
I said sure, he took my right hand and lifted up my sleeve.
While my left balled into a fist.
He looked me in the eyes and said just breathe.
My right wrist was clean
now my left.
He started slow then whispered
"your a mess.."
His eyes full of concern,
My stomach starts to churn.
He pulls me close and whispers "that's ok I am too.
Just know that I am here for you"
He asked anymore?
My eyes gave me away,
He said "that's ok, I know a cure"
I went home with a new friend today.
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Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
