bleeding in the snow,
its been five months since ive cracked.
cuts on me,
said, "i'm never going back".
the blade is getting duller,
my skin is getting fuller.
bleeding in the snow,
oh how i want that burning back.
i wanna go home,
I thought i was okay with being alone.
im loosing the motivation,
thought i wont think about it even with tears.
all the memories flood back in a click,
scenecore cuts raw.
found the blade,
got the urge to draw blood.
heard a melody,
remembered the song.
heard the pain,
remembered feeling understood.
peeling back the layers,
a story I've never truthfully overlooked.
was it really that bad,
or was a just a teenager crook?
i want to relapse again,
cut myself so fucking deep.
where did this all come from?
havent felt like this in hundreds of weeks.
YOU ARE READING
real psychward exclusive
PoetryFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...
