In the shower,
The scars sting,
Just as her words did.
And my eyes are the waterfall,
And my wounds are the river.
The blood and tears mix,
To create my depression,
Following down my thigh
And my eyes are the waterfall
YOU ARE READING
Maybe it Will End
PoetryWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
