Sitting alone in a dark room,
hearing the voices telling me what to do.
"Maybe just a little,
it won't do too much damage,
I can cover it up with a bandage."
Trying to pull back,
but those voices in my head,
all they keep saying is to get on with it.
"Just a little cut,
could be enough,"
kept repeating in my thoughts.
Trying to ignore them,
trying to hold back,
too late,
I cracked.
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Shadow Thoughts
Poetry"These hidden poems, previously kept to myself, now stand exposed to the world, a light for those who may find comfort or support in the shared experience of pain and trauma. Witness the dark realities of life through the lens of a writer unafraid t...
