Waves crashing in my head
Fingers claw at my chest
Breath, a distant memory
Inside my confusion
Down the drain I watch
Smile now it's gone
Help yourself child
It's all up to you
I see you In the dark
Hold on it's coming
The sun pushes the moon away
The waves stop
Breathe again.
January 28 2019
Edit: damn this is hard to read. I sent it to someone pretty special to me at the time and still special to me now just in very different ways.
I wrote this about self harm. The feeling of anxiety and restlessness. "down the drain I watch" is in about watching the blood run down the tub drain as I would sit in the bathtub to wash off the fresh cuts on my thighs and how confusing it was that to help myself feel better I had to inflict more pain.
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Stone Fox Diary
Non-FictionPoetry thoughts and ramblings dating back to at least 2019. This is a journal that builds on itself as time goes by. Every now and then I come back, read what I've written before and make comments about it. Sometimes I just comment on what's written...
