A week of peace I needed to go on
Because I simply didn't have the brawnTo go on, giving without fail
My mind was trapped in a galeOf torment of pain
Of my friend's terrible baneHer mind torments her day and night
And it tears at my soul to see the sightThe blood on her neck
So much more than a speckShe cut so many times in fear
Despite my desperate attempts to cheerHer pain hurts me more than she does know
My fear for her continued to growMy very soul cries out in pain
Even as the torment targets my brainI want to curl up and hide
Or simply give up and glideOff a cliff, down a hole
Or even just give me a rope and poleBut I can't, it'd hurt the ones I care for
And I don't want to be the one that toreTheir hearts apart in my desperate flight
All because I don't have the mightThis poem written in a moment of weakness
Instead of staying hidden in meeknessBut, I ask you to forgive me
Please, listen to my desperate pleaI'm tired, I'm worn, I'm ready to break
But instead I have to pretend and be fakeI struggle to hide my sorrow and pain
Even though I know it will drainMy ability to help, to be the rock
All I need is the ability to blockI just need to cling to this tiny bit of hope
Just so I can continue to copeBut... I have a confession to make
Something that's keeping me awakeI'm in pain almost every day
Even though I try to keep it at bayI'm at the edge of the abyss
The world growing dark with a hissI want to give up and cry
But...I'd get hate if I say I wish to dieI must ask something of you
Would you still love me if I do?_______________________________________
Hey guys... Cassia here... I...I'm sorry...
I've tried... And tried... And tried...But... It's never enough. What would you do?
Self harm ISN'T an option! One of my best friends KEEPS CUTTING herself, time and fúcking time again! I've tried to calm her, I even got help for her, and STILL she hurts her wonderful self!
What am I supposed to even do anymore?!...
I'm sorry...
Until next time with many regrets,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.