They tell me to "write what I know,"
But when it comes out depressing,
They question it.
Shouldn't it be obvious?
The more I write about how I want to cut,
The more obvious the scars on my wrists should be.
The more more I write about wanting to die,
The more obvious the "jokes" I make should be.
The more I write about hating myself,
The more obvious my obsession with numbers should be.
The more I write about mental illness,
The more obvious my tears should be.
They tell me to write what I know,
So I do.
But don't be surprised if it isn't a happy little tale of love,
I'm not a sugar-coating sweetheart.
I'm depressed, suicidal, a cutter - I hate myself,
And that's what I know best.
YOU ARE READING
Sanctuary
PoetrySanctuary Noun A place of refuge or safety. A place to call home. To feel safe, secure, like everything is fine. To find comfort in the little things, or even the big things. To feel safe with someone, something, or doing someth...
