Okay I'm sitting here listening to Falling In Reverse, bored half to death perfect oppurtunity to be on Wattpad right? I don't have my notebook....
SO IMPROMPTU TIME!!!!
The blades...
The sharp, slate gray, pieces of metal doing so much damage
The signs of their presence
So significant, prominent
But they're nothing
Compared to the scars in your head
The hiding places...
Oh the hiding places....
Everyone's different
Hidden in plain sight among the unharmless
Casting a shadow of darkness over it... or them
They could never bring happiness
Once you put your weapon of choice
away...
You try and get back to the real world
You try and stop crying
Or you're trying really hard not to
They aren't saving you....
Just sharp.. metal..
blades...
Scissors
Kitchen knives
Pencil sharpener blades
Pocket knives
You are not helping me
You are not helping us
Those in pain
YOU ARE READING
From A Girl Who Understands
PoetryNOT TRIGGERING I PROMISE I know what it's like to be tempted, to watch the blood flow from your skin. To refocus the battle in your head to something you can control. You are never alone. I survived, but I am scarred mentality and physically, but I...
