clean wrists
you claw at my insecurities and tarnish my self esteem,
Tell me what's wrong with my mind,
that makes it so mean.
when I see my own scars
it screams out the obscene
these are the words,
of a shattered teen,
how can I not remember a time
when my wrists where clean?
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrydepressing poems the first few are not written by me but most of them are Caution: not recommended for anyone with depression or someone with suicidal thoughts may be triggering
