it just another bad day
not a bad life,
he said as he pushes the blade harder towards his pulse and smile
as the blood flows down his arm.
maybe only the pain that can pull him,
hard enough back to life.
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Unsettled Emotions
Poésiejust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
