What do you think I do to my body,
as I listen to your words, wishing I was a better somebody.
You think very little of people who self harm.
You think it's just putting a blade to arm.
But it is more.
For some it opens the only good door.
I told you this and you thought I was insane.
Then you saw the damage to my brain.
And you loved it, the beauty in the flaws.
Cutting and burning are not all I do.
If only you knew.
You wanted me to say,
but I only responded "one day".
That days here and you are to.
So I decided to tell you.
I have dermatillomania.
You never knew,
but that's the beauty in it all.
Not me but how messed up I am.
Your standing tall and I'm starting to fall.
I am crumbling but I still have one support left to break.
This support is strong.
This support is you.
You decided to look at that poor girl in the back of the class.
You embrassed her pain as if it was your own,
and you tore it from her bone.
You looked at the world wanting to help,
and thanks to you she got help.
I got help.
It is NOT that simple.
It is not a blade to the wrist.
It is all the issues overlooked and missed.
Question of the chapter: Did you guys miss my writting? Jk that's not the question. If you could do one thing in the circus what would it be?
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The struggle
PoesíaThis book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyon...
