I could feel the blood
and hear the tearing flesh
as I moved the blade
against my wrist
and although my body said
let go,
my brain said
let's go
and my heart,
my useless,
melancholy heart
just sat there
and throbbed.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
