She's my best friend,
Every problem,
We always mend.
But I had one thing,
I couldn't bring,
Myself to share.
Yet I never thought,
One late night,
Id get caught... by her
I revealed the truth,
Under the moon,
I never knew I'd tell so soon.
I looked up at the stars,
And lifted my sleeve,
Showing my scars.
I thought she'd leave,
Walk off right there.
But she stayed,
Not one glare...
She looked me in the eye,
Then up at the moon,
Lifted her sleeve and said,
"I have scars too."
YOU ARE READING
The life of a self-harmer
Poetry#66 (22/6/17) Don't judge, listen. If you don't like what you see then leave. some simple poems or quotes on the life of a self-harmer. I am in no way promoting self-harm and if anyone ever needs help or advice or just cheering up, I'm always here...
