tw!! self-harm/suicidal intentions
I stared at the ceiling,
Blood dripping from my nose.
It happened again,
But will they ever know?
No, of course not.
As distraught as I am,
I can't help but feel relief wash over me.
It'll be over soon,
I'll be flying over the moon.
The snow field will greet me.
I won't yield on my way there.
Ribbons in my hair mean nothing,
Compared the pair of scissors that lace my arm.
I know they won't miss me.
After all, they never kissed me,
On my forehead,
To tell me it's okay to be sad.
Or to be angry at the world.
They never told me it's okay to be selfish sometimes.
They never even told me it's okay.
I can feel it.
I stared at the ceiling,
The waves of pain,
Gone.
