Have you ever made a promise you want to break? I have.
Have you ever thrown away the only thing that made you happy? I did.
Do you miss it? I do.
Do you miss the blood that used to come out of you?
Do you regret promising to never do it again?
Do you wish you could go back? I do.
I want to so bad. I miss the blood, the sting and the relief I felt after.
I miss the scars, I miss the crimson liquid, the welts id get when the blade slid across my skin.
Do you want to grab the razor again? I do.
I don't know what to do. I wish cutting wasn't a bad thing.
I wish I hadn't tossed my best friend in the trash promising to never use it again.
I wish I could relapse. I miss it.
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Solitary crowds
PoetryLove does strange things to me when I'm in different states of mind. I think this will be the best poetry book out of all the ones I have written so far. Because this one is going to be filled with unbearable confusion. Because that is where my mind...
