it was a bad day
i woke up and it was raining
my face felt sore and swollen
i attempted to pull myself from my covers
then i look down
i saw the scars covering my body
the memories of last night are hazy now
did i really go so far?
it all feels like a blur
i ran my fingers along the cuts
red lines that punch with every stroke
somehow this comforted me
i laid there
for what seemed like hours
tracing the lines i drew
the lines i drew when i didn't want to wake up today
it is still raining
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Thoughts
PoetryIdeas, thoughts, guides, suggestions, sheer nonsense and randomness of my bad (but sometimes good) brain. This book will never be completed because I will never stop thinking.
