I admit i still do it, i still cut,
Dont react,
theyre just scars.
It doesnt hurt.
peoples words hurt more.
I get numbed by just remembering them.
I cut because i want to give up,
I cut because im physically and mentally tired.
Im sick and tired of my life, im exhausted, ok
Im sorry.
Im ok, you wont lose me,
theyre just scars.
I might be slowly dying,
But look around,
I'm not gone yet
YOU ARE READING
Unbroken
PoetryIts amazing how an empty person can fill another person, they love too much and they lose each other, they even lose themselves with each other. This is my side of the story, and this is how I recovered from betrayal, I'm unbroken
