Jealous//Labrinth
Realize now
that I'm not trying to romanticise my illness
Not trying to make it seem beautiful
Because it's not
The tears constantly streaming down my face
The blood dripping from my wrist
The voices constantly telling my how worthless I am
That no one will ever love me
Or that I don't deserve love
It's not beautiful
I wanted to die
I still want to die
There's nothing admirable about that
But
Shhh
It's a Secret
YOU ARE READING
Shhh- It's a Secret
PoetryTW: suicide, self-harm, depression, anxiety, self-medication A short first edition of a poem book series, that shares the stories of my various secrets throughout a span of seven years. These are meant to be read as slam poetry, and are poems that...
