They made me pink when inside I knew I was blue.
They laughed at me "your a girl don't you see!"
I screamed and let the blade glide over my wrist as I watched the blood trickle down
I somewhat loved the scars it left on my skin because they lasted longer then the people around me
I always feel like I'm suffocating under water but I'm still breathing I'm still alive
This is not a way to live my
life......
If anything it's a way to
die.....
But I don't want to die I want to live and see how my life goes I want to help others
But I can't do that if I'm six feet down now can I
So now I see the colors my life is no longer dull and gray I have a reason
I HAVE A REASON TO LIVE!
YOU ARE READING
❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
