I wish I had the ability to rip my own heart out. I wish I didn't feel the way I do. My heart aches for pain. It keeps telling me to rip my skin off, watch the blood pour out. It keeps telling me that these thoughts will go away that way. My friend keeps screaming at me to not hurt myself, but really what can she do? She can't take the blade out of my hand when she's not next to me. She says my mind isn't healthy anymore. I know what she says is true, but I can't control these thoughts. They're overpowering her. The girl who I would change my world for can't even come clear to my vision anymore. She's a blur while my thoughts are clear as crystal. I've come to conclusion that maybe I'm just not meant for this overwhelming world.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
