here i go again, with a cutter in my hand
shaking, staring, should i cut myself?
exhausted and tired,
tears are rolling down my eyes
how long should i pretend to be happy?
i gathered my courage and slowly sliced my wrist and stopped.
For i remember, this is not an escape,
enough from all the chaos my so-called 'loved ones' family, friends, validations, and life,
i did the thing that i would never do in my life
YOU ARE READING
𝓝𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼
PoetryWhat runs through your mind every 10 a.m.? all the what ifs? why? how? all those hurtful moments where we want to scream and tell the world. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? and you woke up with tears rolling down your eyes. BROKEN.
