lets cut
deeper
in the hopes that
just maybe
we can reach the
darkest depths
of our startled souls
or run our fingers along
the cold broken glass
that once was
our very own heart
and if perhaps
we scratch our
frail bones on the way
let us blame it on
the past and how
it crumbled every part of us,
for that can be
blamed for everything.
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Depression and other Diseases of the Mind
PoetryI am only posting this series of poems, stories and quotes because it makes me feel a little less alone and makes me a little less likely to kill myself if I have something to do or a goal to reach. Most of these are NOT MINE but some of them (speci...
