Honey, I know you're tired.
I know, you just want to rest.
Because, who knows.
Maybe tomorrow you'll be put to the test.
You could take out your razors,
and cut your beautiful skin.
Or you could resist doing,
this horrible sin.
You could just bleed.
Let the red river flow.
Or you could patch up that cut.
Hopefully so.
Darlin' you're worth,
more than you think.
Don't wash your life down,
the drain of that sink.
You're lovely, as beautiful,
as can be.
All I hope,
is that one day you'll see.
.
.
.
So, this poem is one of the firsts that I wrote after I started cutting... I think that I was kind of writing it to myself at the time. I mean, I knew I had a problem and I knew I needed to stop. Its been over a year since then and I am proud to say that I have pretty much stopped. I am not writing this to get pity. Believe me, that is the last thing I want. I am writing this to show that if you do what I have overcome, you are not alone. There are people out in the world that can relate to you. people that can help you. I am one of those people. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am here. Just message me and I will try to get back to you as soon as possible. I promise.
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The Poetry of my Crazy Life
PoetryThis book will be filled with poetry that I have written through out the past few years. Please be warned that some of these poems can get very depressing. For some of the poems I might give a background story to them (why I wrote them) so please do...
