(author's note: if anyone can't handle talk about self harm, i advise you skip this one)
The cold metal against her wrist
The hot red liquid streaming down her arm
She's lost her mind in the midst of it all
She's turned to causing herself harm.
In the mirror she wants to see, the girl she used to be
"Where is that girl now?" you ask.
She vanished once she downed the first flask
Her smile has become a mask, her laugh like a record.
Her brain soured,
Incapable of thinking like a normal being;
Then again, what exactly is normality?
She wants to start running and searching,
But she's stuck and can't move.
Let's just hope her story doesn't end with her own fatality.
(a/n: wow so this is the first poem i'm posting! one of my best friends gave me the idea to start posting them on here and i figured i'd give it a shot. i love writing and reading and poetry and i really wanted a way to try and share my work without posting it on Facebook or Instagram or twitter or snap chat. i hope you enjoyed the first of many!)
YOU ARE READING
original poems :)
Poetryi have a knack for poetry and i'm not terrible at it, i'm terrified of negative feedback but this was worth a shot. enjoy.
