Cutting thighs
Things are rough
Things work against me
Cutting some more
But it's not the blade that's most dangerous;
It's my mind
I won't take my sleeping medicine tonight
I will stay up and cry my eyes out
A smile will creep onto my lips and I will cut my skin
- Em
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Dark Poems
Poetry- There might be a smile lingering on my lips But the happiness can't be seen through my eyes There may escape laughs from my smiling face But happiness can't be found inside my mind - *trigger warning* Poems relatable to depression/self-harm/suicid...
