Sometimes I look at the five small, white scars on the underside of my wrist, and wonder...
Why didn't I do it right?
They're too small, they're too far to the right, they weren't deep enough.
Why didn't I do it right?
Why didn't I try harder?
Then something in my head tells me,
Because you're a coward.
Because you were scared.
Because you can't do anything right, not even this.
But it's okay.
Of course it's okay.
You just have to try harder this time.
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Dangerous Mind
PoetryMy dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)
