We're the kids our parents warned us about, the ones with
scars on their arms,
Truths on their lips,
But lies in their eyes.
They told us to stay away, be good, be kind.
But alcohol soothes,
Cigarettes calm,
And blades release.
We were kind to everyone but ourselves.
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...
