You're a voodoo doll
You stab yourself with needles and pins
Just to hear me scream in agony
Then you have the audacity to ask what's wrong
Why I'm crying like some child
And that day
That day you killed yourself
I felt myself choking that night
Like you tied that noose around my neck
How do you not understand
That you're not the only one hurting?
Your scars are mine now
And I can't wash that off my conscience
Or off my arms
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A/N: This poem is not about assigning blame to someone for self harming or committing suicide. And if you or someone you know is struggling with either, please, talk to someone, there is help, this is not a good way to live. I wrote this poem after almost killing myself, and my best friend told me they didn't know what they would do if I did. It was a reminder to myself that I can't just end things, because people care, and the same can be said for everyone. Someone cares about each and every one of you
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PoetryNothing more than my word vomit poetry. I'm not that great a poet (as shown by my previous abandoned poetry book) but I just have these poems sitting and collecting dust, so yeah, might as well. Most if not all poems carry a trigger warning (discuss...
