I want to scream,
I want to cry,
I want to cut,
I want to die,
There is no way out its stuck on my mind...
Because monsters don't live under your bed, they are inside your head,
And mine are screaming at me telling me to leave...
After all, everyone would be better off without me... Right?
YOU ARE READING
The life of a self-harmer
Poetry#66 (22/6/17) Don't judge, listen. If you don't like what you see then leave. some simple poems or quotes on the life of a self-harmer. I am in no way promoting self-harm and if anyone ever needs help or advice or just cheering up, I'm always here...
