[9/19/17]
tw: self harm
I pull my heart on a string
Not knowing what tomorrow will bring
Because come morning birds will sing
Sitting alone held up by a string
My heart drops and drips
Falls on dead lips
Leaks through my skins' rips
Sitting alone it drips
Even when the sky shows gray
I know I will be okay
On a bed of flowers I lay
Colors spotted in all but gray
And I will get better
To myself in the future I write a letter
For when my face stops getting wetter
The day I push myself and let her
Get better
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
Made for the mental health zine Invisible Illness, my first "published" poem.
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