TW: self harm, abuse
Some light must leave these bloody tunnels
One day, I pray
That you
Will go away
Every thought
Returns me back to you
Cutting through me day and night
Pressing down with all your might
You gave me hope
A newly found freedom
Then you stole my hands from me
As if I was going to try to undo your lock with a key
You were my best friend
You allowed me to share with you
All my pains
Then you, did nothing, but make the blood rain
I loved you
I made sure you knew that everyday
And in return you told me
To make sure I slit my wrists over a drain
Context: this is written about someone who I considered to be my best friend at the time despite the fact that they made no effort to help or stop me from doing things, instead they encouraged it.
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
PoetryA poetry book written by myself about my own experiences and feelings and emotions.
