The voice echoes in the back of my mind
Wading forward until its pressure that is left behind
The images of crimson blood flash before my eyes
The lines that once seeped from my wrists and thighs
A moment of freedom; pure bliss
Sometimes, that feeling is what I miss
That little bit of control I held
All by the simple blade that my hand weld
Im still hurting while a smile is plastered on my face
And the thoughts of self-harm fill my mind's space
But here I am: releasing venom through the words I write
And accepting that my chest always feels tight
I cannot ask anyone to see
When I let it hide inside of me
So as my teeth graze my tongue
Trapping that breath inside my lungs
I'm haunted for another night
And wait for the moment to sleep tight
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Reflections of a Struggling Soul
PoetryThis powerful collection of poems takes readers on an intimate journey through the depths of a woman's struggle with mental health challenges. Written with raw honesty and vulnerability, these verses give voice to her inner turmoil, aching lonelines...
