Notice: This poem is a little graphic and could be triggering to some readers. If you're not good with this things just slide down to the next poem. Also please don't leave any hate comments, especially for this one. I'm not trying to make people mad. I have dealt with this kind of thing earlier in the year, although I now know I shouldn't have.
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How to Feel~T.E
Most cry and fake a smile
Trying to seem happy for one another
But I haven't been happy for awhile
Its okay.
I don't mean to be a bother
But I'm tired of feeling like this
Like I'm a worthless piece of shit
Or am I even feeling?
There's only one way I'm able to see
To cut my skin and let me bleed
The blade is a paintbrush and my skin is the canvas
Painting with red
The tears descend
Because I am able to feel again
