Well I was right
I unraveled with the snap of a finger
Didn't take long this time
Only took one phone call
Before I feel back into my old habits
The habits I told myself I would stop doing
But there's always this one person
That one person who can undo me
The person who created me is the source
Of all my agony
I lost count after the 5th time
My vision was clouded with tears
The horrible gasping sounded that left my lips
I felt so much pain that the blade felt like it wasn't even there
It slide back and forth
Letting blood pop up in little beads
I tried to stop myself but I couldn't
There was no stopping me from trying to get rid of the pain in my chest
The cuts didn't numb me
My fingers were slick with blood
The clattering of the metal object on the bathroom floor
As I slid down the wall and cry
I Cry because I can't do anything right
I stood at the mirror
Telling myself I was worthless once again
Back to square one
I kept whispering that word to myself
And yet when I thought I was better
I came crashing down
With one 5 minutes phone call
Now I lay brushing my fingers over my wound
Terrified of someone noticing what I have done to myself
I can blame no one else but me
For the weakness that I showed
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My darkness
PoesiaThis is poems about what's going on with me and what might other people are feeling as well
