magnetic doodle boards
this dull razor etched into my skin,
as if it were one of those magnetic doodle boards,
it left crimson red blood flowing out of me,
and I slowly became numb,
I was broken,
shattered by many people,
I was damaged,
and I give myself cuts as a punishment,
I knew I wasn't worth anything,
I was considered a waste of breath,
and when that razor went across my thigh,
I felt as if everyone was right,
that maybe,
my small voice never really mattered,
and when I'm finished craving into myself,
I carefully clean myself off,
then got out of the shower,
dried myself off,
and plastered my face with a smile.
making myself look like I was okay.
but really,
I wasn't even close to being fine.
a.b.
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PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
