When I carry myself to your classroom door,
I recall the cuts of the night before,
I stand here and wait,
wondering what decision I should make,
to come clean and ask for you support,
or apply more bandages, freshly bought,
and keep it safe where no one will know,
or stride straight in, should I go,
and spill my darkest secret,
hoping you'll keep it,
but I know you can't, or you're sacked,
so I just walk away, not looking back,
hundreds of times I've been here before,
standing outside your classroom door
A/N
sorry again a bit of topic but it's something I don't know about right now so thought I should write this I guess
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Self harm poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote about self harm, suicide and eating disorders. Please don't read if there going to trigger you x
