without fully comprehending what I was doing,
I was startled by the trickling blood-
Sacred and unsure.Caution was crucial.
No room for mistakes.Obsession was written in the same color as
the red marking penJust one more
To take me awaySelf medication
With a different kind of drugI found Girls like flies
Beating their paper wings
Against computer screensI found myself crying in my room countless nights,
Looking at my mangled fleshI do not love my scars.
they are ugly-
These physical manifestations of my pain.I had to find a way to live with myself,
When all I wanted to do was die.
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Şiir{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY