I'm bored with my own thoughts,
I'm tired of my lies.
Don't they notice,
The salty dew left behind?
Perhaps they do,
But too afraid do become.
To console or hold,
A broken heart fading to none.
How do we make them notice,
Our silent screams of pain?
When all they do is,
Swiftly turn away.
Even when you find a soul,
Brave enough to try.
Do their humble gestures,
Really burn a light?
Who do we go to,
With our irrational thoughts of pain?
Self inflicted torture,
Reluctant but insane.
What makes us so willing,
To volunteerily grab a blade?
Slicing through tears,
With unerring rage.
Red fountains of youth,
Slip through our fingers each day.
Another soul lost,
Another regret gained.
The thing that people need to understand,
The thing they need to see,
If you don't help us,
I might just help me.
Is it a sin,
To want to control the pain?
"Maybe just a little slice here,
Will make me feel more human again?"
But when it doesn't work(and it never does),
What do we do then?
"Slice a bit deeper,
Maybe it'll work then."
But it is never enough,
And 'just once' becomes daily.
Til a small cut here and there,
One day turns deadly.
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A/N~I'm sorry for such a dark theme,but I really felt like it needed to be addressed because I think people need to take depression and self harm more seriously..people don't hurt themselves 'just because'...something really horrible must be going on in their hearts ,heads and lives for them to turn to something that drastic...
Please remember I write these poems from personal experiences so if anyone needs someone to talk to ,I actually wouldn't mind being there for you...
Thank You for your understanding and support Lovelies❤
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Paper Heart Poetry
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