TRIGGER WARNING!
You have scars on your wrists,
You think no one knows this.
One cut, two, cut, three cut, four.
'Til you're passing out on your bedroom floor.
Red spills from your wrists,
You think you won't be missed.
What happened this time to push you so far?
Was it your friend, or family?
Or was it the school bully.
You can't remember why you were pushed to this.
Someone is calling your name.
You can't move, lost too much blood.
They enter the room.
You hear a faint scream as your consciousness fades.
Someone is clinging you to their chest,
Crying in stress.
Someone new is running up,
Talking on the phone.
You pass out.
Several hours later, you awake,
In a hospital bed.
Someone you don't remember is by your side.
A nurse tells you that you almost died.
That you went too deep,
You can't make a peep.
They have tubes in your mouth.
Someone takes your hand in theirs.
And whispers softly into your ear,
"Thank God you're still here.."
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Silently Behind Mirrors ©
PoetryPain, Lust, Love, Hatred, Fear. Something everyone has in common. In this collection of poems, you will find how I view the world. And you may find a voice of your own. . . We are all hiding Silently Behind Mirrors. Read with safety as this book doe...
