An empty room,
An empty girl,
Sitting silently in the floor.
Her sleeve rolled up,
Exposing skin,
She drags the blade
And presses in.
The pain it brings cannot compare,
To the joy she knows will soon be there.
It's worth the scars that never heal,
For just a moment, not to feel.
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Depression Quotes And Poems
PoetryThere are more of us than we think. WARNING: IF EASILY TRIGGERED, DO NOT READ. Quotes/poems written by me will be signed with 'wbm'.
