TW: cutting and depression
Gods I wish I were dead. My head pounds as all my traumas run through it teasing me to the point where I can't think straight. My nails dig into my skin leaving cuts and marks. I cover them up so no one will ever know. I cry in my room. No one sees how hurt I am. I wish someone knew. I wish someone could help. I wish I had someone to hold me and promise that everything will be okay and I can know that it's the truth. I wish I could leave. I wish I was the kid my parents want me to be. I wish I wasn't so wish I could just forget about what happened. I wish I was gone.
I hope you guys are ok. Remember self-harm isn't a solution and not healthy. Love you guys so much.
YOU ARE READING
Music and poems
PoetryThis book is just me writing my poems online and singing what I've written. I will also do cover. I don't expect anyone to read anything on here but if you do I would appreciate it if you gave me your thoughts. I'm open to suggestions.
