I've got blades hidden
In my room
I carry them with me
Wherever I go
Because knowing they are with me
Seems to calm me down
When I'm close to breaking apart.
I've got blades
On my mind all of the time
When something bad happens
Or I'm overwhelmed with stress
I bring out my pain relievers
And right as I feel the sting
Of metal slicing my skin
I can't help but smile
A sick smile.
My mind is ill
And I'm trapped within it
My thoughts center around
The blades that bring me
A daily dose of relief.
My mind is a battle zone
Where either I win
Or the depression wins
Every scar
Is a battle
That I've lost
And so far
I've lost too many
To even count.
My blades are
A daily reminder
That I'm not okay.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
