Poem
december third twenty-eighteen, 7:50 pm
I carve the frowns in my skin
When the peace I crave can't get in
To feel once, I need it so
And when I look down I'm reminded again
Of the pain that I've felt
Of the cards I've been dealt
Of the many ways my mind replays and retells
I should be ashamed
My conscience now regained
But I've already accepted it
xo_kae
Please if you are reading this and have ever felt the need to harm yourself or feel the need now, message me. If you need an ear to hear or a heart to be on your side just message me and we can talk ❤️ self harm doesn't have to be the answer.
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