*** Trigger Warning. This poem is about self-harm and is very depressing so it is not for everyone.**
Some write their stories on paper,
Others use sticky notes or the web.
Here on my arms, line after line lie mine.
The lows in my life have stained my skin, like bleach on my favorite sheets.
I try to believe it is the last time, but I always mess up.
My mind wanders, my eyes gloss up and I lose sleep more than I should.
Then i am slapped with a reality of loneliness.
My breathing is slowing.
The room has become dark.
Thoughts are screaming in my ears,
one more time... just another scratch... one more pill to get you through... another drink may help...
Numb the pain you feel today,
But remember tomorrow is a new day that will feel the same.
You'll put that smile on your face and repeat each day.
My vision is now blurry, I can hardly see.
My heart rate seems almost non-existent.
I feel a coldness covering my body like a blanket of ice.
I'm tired of the pain.
Letting go seems so peaceful, so why be saved?
*** Trigger Warning. This is a deep and dark poem and if you are at all feeling like you need help or someone to talk to please reach out to someone you love or trust, or even me because you are not alone. Also, the suicide hotline 1-800-273-8255. ***
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Sincerely Me
PuisiA shy soul that wants to share the thoughts she couldn't before. Some original and free verse poems that I have been working on from time to time. Enjoy and share. ♥
