hope for it
That feeling; the blood, the pain, the scar and the feeling of release we hope for it and depend on it. we no longer see what we are harming and only see that we deserve harm. our minds have been lost in this system of adolescents, ones beautiful things are now dark and tearful.
nothing feels like it should our hearts feel like a drawn-out drum beat as we dance to our broken songs. We keep the knives and razors hidden behind a crooked smile, glassy eyes and saying "I'm fine". fine is not what we are if anything we are dying and lying to stay alive.
scars become our pride and also the most shameful secrets. our friends turn from people to razors and we fall deeper with every breath until it is our last. We hope for it to get better we really do but we also hope for death at the same rate.
We hope for it.
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depressed and overdressed
Poetrythis book is full of my poetry about depression self-harm suicide and dysphoria. please make sure you're in a safe place too read these poems and make sure you do seek support from anyone! I always hear <3
