I used to cut
My skin yes
But that isn't as important
I used to cut my soul
I used to tear down my spirit
Flesh by flesh
Fibre by fibre.
I saw my soul
And dehumanised her
She was of no importance
She did not matter
I almost killed her.
On the outside
She seemed fine
Happy,content, beautiful even
But that was not the case
She was a liar
Because she really was
Not okay
She was dying.
And as the blood
Dripped from her side
Her soul slowly dripped with it
Like a steady waterfall of pain
But this is not a sad story
My soul did not die
I did not
Let her
I was the author
Of my own sad story
And I chose
To change it.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes In The Darkness
PoetryJust a couple of poems which speak my mind. I write about bullying mostly which I have gone through in my high school. I also write about loneliness and angst. I hope I am able to voice your feelings and thoughts through these poems. Feedback is ope...
