Are we broken?
Or are we simply fraying strings?
Are we shattering
or are we tearing at the seams?
Maybe none.
Maybe all at once.
But instead of harming yourself,
let's have lunch!
Please, put down the blade.
Place the pills in the drawer,
and just walk away.
Please stop hitting yourself.
Please stop burning your skin.
I can hear you crying for help.
Please, stop hurting yourself.
You're worth so so much.
And without you, a small part of the world would collapse.
Because, we may think, that we exist just to fill the empty spaces.
But the empty spaces are empty for a reason.
They leave room for more wonderful human beings like you, to grow.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
