Except
I have no reason to relapse,
e x c e p t
for the longing for blood to pour out of my wrist,
e x c e p t
the need to feel pain again,
e x c e p t
that my skin is no longer scared and some how that feels terribly wrong.
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Things Fall Apart ~ A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of my favorite poems. They're a little sad, but that's okay, all the best things are. TRIGGER WARNING: These poems may contain words or phrases that could trigger a person that has struggled with or is struggling with depressio...
