My hands are shaking
so is my voice
As I ask "what did I do?"
I break the razor
With rain falling from my eyes
I take the blade as it whispers
"Just cut"
I slowly push the blade down
Farther and farther
Blood runs down my wrist
Farther and farther
I become weak
My eyes have darkened
My skin is pale
I fall to the floor
With my last breath I say
"What have I done?"
Then I fade away.
Stay strong
Wrist are for bracelets, not cutting ~Kellin Quinn
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self harm and depression
PoetryThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.