I can hear them Screaming
Even from where I hide
Locked in the bathroom
Shacking
Rocking back and forth
Trying to push away the anxiety
But I can't
So I dig my nails into my wrists as deep as I can
And then drag them down
Trying to draw blood
But I can't
Because I'm weak
So I hit myself
Until there are bruises lining my legs and my hands are sore
And I can't anymore
Then I crawl to the toilet
And push a finger to the back of my throat
Until a vile substance fills the bowl
And I do this again
And again
And again
Until there isn't anything left to push out
And then I collapsed
and pass out from exhaustion
Curled up by the dirty toilet filled with the contents of my stomach
With bruised legs
And red claw marks on my wrists
Listening to the sound of the people I love most in this cruel world scream of their hate for me, and each other
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Songs/Poems Written by Me
PoetryThese are some songs and poems I have written. There are a bunch of different things that may be triggering to some. I have many that talk about suicide, depression, bullying, abuse etc. If this triggers you please do not read my poems/songs. Also t...
