My scars are now fading,
Wrists no longer stained red
But the pain is there waiting,
Making me wish I was dead
YOU ARE READING
My Depressive Mind
PoetryThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*
The Road to Recovery Sucks
My scars are now fading,
Wrists no longer stained red
But the pain is there waiting,
Making me wish I was dead
