These are the things i couldn't say,
I was to scared it would make you go away.
Maybe if you knew what I've been through,
Maybe if you knew what these scars on my wrist meant.
Then you wouldn't be so quick to judge,
Then you wouldn't hurt me so much.
People say the glass is half full or half empty,
But i say its drained.
These cuts on my wrist don't mean i want to die,
It means i want to know if i'm still alive.
Poem by~ oceanfire5657
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Our Lost Words
Poetryif the world didn't understand the feeling of being drowned by your sorrows this book will make them understand the feeling of being pushed deeper into the ocean the feeling of having wings, but not being able to use it ~by @chosynswim
