snap!
a red mark appears on my skin
it stings
but at least i know i can still feel
like this isn't all just a dream, it's real
i love my rubber band
i pull it back with my hand
see it replaces the blade
hidden away
in a far off place it lays
my wrists thank me for not cutting
but my brain is still mad, it' summoning
dark thoughts that are not my own
they're somebody else's
but my brain is their home
my brain likes the blade
it is a friend it's made
why can't i be rid of this
this deep dark abyss
of my aching depression
maybe one day there will be a stop to this session
but my wrists will always have the impression
of all my heavy crimes
my rubber band times
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Mind Heart Soul
PoetryWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
