my vision blurs and the flashback starts
the floor beneath me
the door behind me
the cold metal in my hand
the tissue box
the garbage can
the bleeding doesn't stop
alone i feel
alone i am
might as well be dead
my eyes are wet
my throat is sore
the flashback comes to a close
YOU ARE READING
your average teenager
Poetrytw// suicide, self harm, depression cw// food stuff to read when you feel your life exploding from the inside out💙 ©️caiitymay
