TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!
Also before it starts, I want to say that if you are struggling in any way to please get help. People are here for you and here to help! Love y'all and stay strong :)
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It's been nearly 9 months
And the blades disappeared.
The scars have faded,
But the pain never leaves.
You'd think the urge had stopped,
But no!
A relapse is on the verge.
There once was a time
when sharpeners were only for pencils.
Now they lie on the ground in pieces.
The blades call his name,
But he tries to fight it,
As tears stream down his face.
"Come closer", they scream.
"Just a nic."
"Don't worry I'll make the pain go away."
He's drawn towards the blade
And picks it up.
His body is now the canvas
And the blade the pen.
He stars to write in silver,
Yet the ink is red.
Once he sets it down,
The guilt swarms his head.
He feels as if he's gonna be sick.
Nearly 9 months down the drain
And the pain reappears.
Now it's just an endless cycle
of pain, relief, and guilt.
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Not so average poetry
PoetryPoems of Suicide, depression, body image, self harm, insecurities, ect. Some are triggering so please take any warnings seriously. Many are written in first person, but they don't refer to myself. If you have any suggestions or ideas let me know. En...
