Please don't read this if you want to self harm. I am by no means promoting self harm. Thank you.
All this pain on the inside.
It makes my head spin.
It gives me a headache.
My brain goes heavy.
And no one cares.
Because it's "imaginary".
Because it's "all in my head".
But it's not.
I can feel the pain pounding on the inside.
The only way to release it is a razor.
So I take the razor and I cut and shed my own skin.
I see the beautiful blood dripping to the floor as the pain from inside me floods out.
And then all that is left is scars.
Beautiful scars.
Marks to remind me.
But someone sees them and then it is just an excuse "the cat!"
And then I do it again.
Scars among scars.
A guessing game.
This time maybe I'll go?
Again, I am NOT promoting self harm. Thanks for reading.
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Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
