little tw // self-harm
I found some old friends
in the bottom drawer of my desk,
they're calling my name
something I've been trying to forget.
A shout above the noise
a voice stuck in my head
begging me to let it all out.
I need to make it stop
I need to take a stand
but my mind keeps racing
and I can't stop these thoughts in my head.
"Please don't do it"
I say to myself
as I grab my old friends
"So we meet again.."
YOU ARE READING
My poetry book
Poetryso yeah, my poetry book. my thoughts and fears and hopes , everything's here, because writing seems to help me deal with my feelings. I am no poet and this is just a way I use to express my self, everyone has that. hope you enjoy my messy mind, ple...
