this is a place we all go
when we're sad. the place
where we go to escape our
sickening mistakes we make.
we drown in the thought of it.
the thought of dying because we
feel like we're not enough.
drowning in the sadness is the place
i want to live in for ever.
when i want to kill or cut myself this
place makes me love the
feeling i can't do when i'm saved from drowning.
the blood runs from my wrist
down my forearm.
then hopping in the shower
to forget it all. questioning
why i'm still here. wondering
why i'm not good enough.
slowly the pain goes away
when i wrap up
my beautiful mistake i know i
will do again.
as i lay there crying to sleep i
wonder if i should cut again.
YOU ARE READING
crushed dreams
Poetrysome dumb poems i made. hope you enjoy they're really trash i'm sorry about that.
