**implications of self harm, mention of sharp object**
in shadows deep, where anger finds its place,
a constant storm within my hollow chest.
each day, a battle with a weary face,
and tiny blade, my solace and unrest.
no light can pierce this darkness i endure,
no comfort brings a balm to soothe my mind.
i'm mad and empty, hopeless to the core,
and peace is something i can never find.
my heart is quick to rage, to pain, to fire,
each moment filled with irritations keen.
a hopeless soul, consumed by dark desire,
in desperate acts, my sorrows intervene.
though scars may fade, the pain remains inside,
in this despair, there's nowhere left to hide.
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Поэзияpoems i've written. THE ONES FROM THE BOTTOM UP ARE THE BEST. i promise they get better and more lengthy. please don't take without credits. please don't copyright. and please don't make fun of these 🙏🙏😭.
