Nobody believes me when I say I hurt myself because my arms are clean.
If only they could see my thighs, hips, and legs they would swallow their tongue and stop judging with their eyes. They have no idea what I am going through.
The saddest thing is not that I want to die, but the fact I am afraid to live longer.
I wish someone, somewhere, can hear my heart screaming, begging, crying, dying and give me a hand to pull me back up. I need someone who can make me smile before I completely give up.
I can't do it by myself, I just can't. I am only human for f*sake!
Please, God. I never pray to you but I am desperate. I need you. Please stop this pain. I have shed enough blood, I have paid the price already, no? I need it to stop. I already hate myself. Don't let me commit the ultimate sin...
Help...me
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PoetryThis work is very personal and dear to me. When I was a teenager until now, I write down what I can't say to people face to face. No one knows about this, those poems and texts contain my deepest thoughts and my own, raw darkness. I hope every one o...
