I thought I would die,
When that person left my life,
My whole world upside down,
I reached for the knife.
Damage quickly done,
Not easy to take back,
Fuck where's a bandage,
I need a med pack.
Silly foolish person,
This'll solve nothing,
Shame and regret,
So much it's crushing.
Sitting on the floor,
Questioning it all,
Not even a mother,
For a comfort call.
It got better.
Now bad again,
Still I won't try,
What I did back then.
Katane 🌱
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Surviving - Month 2
PoetryContinuing my plan to write my problems away, with a silly little poem once a day. Covering varied topics depending on what's at the front of my brain.
