You are my saviour sailors,
Sailing across the sea.
The sea that is,
Slowing killing me.
I was drowning,
Dying.
In a sea of depression,
False hopes and dreams.
False thoughts and friends,
That tried to drag me down.
But you saved me,
My saviour sailors,
Sailing across the sea.
You saved me,
From me.
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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...
