The blade in your hand,
Not what you planned,
The cuts on your arms,
Don't ring any alarms,
As you press the blade to your skin,
And wish that you were thin,
Watching blood seep out,
You realise that, without a doubt,
Scars will never fade,
Because no one will come to your aid.
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Depression Quotes And Poems
PoetryThere are more of us than we think. WARNING: IF EASILY TRIGGERED, DO NOT READ. Quotes/poems written by me will be signed with 'wbm'.
