This was also written a while ago!! But I still want to share these with you all because I want my poems to portray relatable topics and feelings!!
Sometimes walking these halls feels more like a distant memory,
A distant memory you try to reach but you never quite get there,
A feeling that can cause hopelessness,
Just one hand reaching out for something too far gone,
I say this feels like a distant memory because I'm there,
But I'm never really there,
I'm there but is anyone really there?
Sometimes walking these halls feels painful,
Not physically, but mentally,
Dreading wherever I'm headed,
The feeling pulling me down, as I sink further and further into the deep,
Sometimes I struggle to not think of the feeling of the cold metal against my skin,
It's a feeling I don't want anyone else to experience,
This feeling I hold onto,
The way the cold air hits the fresh cut,
The way I long for the feeling once more,
Once more I say,
Is anyone really there?
Does anyone really care?
I can feel the glass shatter deep within me,
A feeling that makes me long,
Long for the cold metal against my skin,
One mess-up is all it takes,
One mess-up sets it off, a chain reaction of anger, then sadness,
Then the feeling of hopelessness,
Then the feeling of being worthless,
The feeling of never being good enough, But the moment the blade cuts my skin,
It's gone,
Within an instant.
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My poetry
PoetryWarning: Some of it is kind of sad and could possibly trigger someone. Read at your own risk. Otherwise please proceed and enjoy the poems! The asterisk (*) represents something that could trigger someone, and also a warning before you read the ch...
