Things not seen,
Things we breathe,
Things that lurk
Beneath my sleeve,
Things not noticed by
Anyone but me.
My friend that sits
In my drawer and waits
For the one that sits
Behind my eyelid and waits
For the one that sits
In my mind and waits
For me.
Monsters.
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Red Addiction
Poetry"What's it like to live with a self harm addiction?" I hope you never find out. ************************** TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! ************************** Note: All poems, oneshots, quotes, etc. are mine unless stated otherwise. If you take anythin...
