Through pain, through suffer
A razor's comfort, a risky chance,
Darkest nights, my only romance
A dark silver steel,
covered up label as my eyebrow need
With each cut, with every tear,
On my upper arm to hide
I can't let others worry about my tide
I feel something, finally,
Until i see blood,
To "enough" i'm not near,
It's not edgy, it's not cool
Don't make it a habit,
Addiction is a monster on the move,
In self harms touch, somehow find a new glow,
Tell yourself it's the last time until it's true,
Whoever you are, you're more than scars
The scars on your body and heart don't define who you are.
YOU ARE READING
Phoenix
PoetryIn the world of poetry, words spin your head like pottery and sings you a melody, from deep and tarnished poems to resilience blooming roots, this collection of poems unfolds a jar of crowded emotions, as the main topic is resilience, the way to it...
