I have so much to say
Yet a word can't escape
I'm trapped in my head
So I bleed
I wish I were dead
I was clean for so long
But now I'm back
Stuck in my deep depression
I can't get rid of it
Not with pills
Not with therapy
Only with cutting
So that's what I've been doing
I'm glad no one notices
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
