Poetry was written in our veins,
Speaking of the pain we felt everyday,
And our words spill along with the blood,
When we self harm.
Words are our weapon,
Not a razor,
Or something sharp that can cause scars on our soft gentle skin.
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Poetry was your weapon,
Until you found a sharp item in a sharpener,
Now you use metal to express the words you couldn't speak,
Deep cuts,
Surface scars,
No matter what in the end they're all ways of self harm.
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Fuck society and their expectations,
Perfection is the disease of a nation,
Perfect only means you're fake,
And fake means you're not human,
You're plastic in a paper town filled with fake smiles, and families with a dark pasts that they hide.
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Maybe I like the pain,
That comes along with the scars,
Maybe I believe I deserve it all,
They taught me to believe their every word,
Even the hurtful, demeaning words,
Slipping off their tongue like they mean nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
