The one thing you shouldn't be left alone with at night is your own thoughts. They eat you alive until the next morning.
Here's to the kids that go to bed every night with tears in thier eyes and death in thier hearts.
Don't tell me i'm beautiful until you've seen my scars which carve my sides like white veins. Don't tell i'm sweet until I've shut you out of my heart because I swore to myself that you're just like the rest. Don't tell me i'm perfect until you're seen me break down i'll show all the darkness consuming my mind but if you have seen my scars, bitterness and breakdowns then perhaps i'll belive you.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but cutting makes me bleed, the warm red liquid flows down my arm it's just the relief I need, sliver metel that shines so bright has become my only friend so I'll tear my flesh apart till the very end.
I knew a girl who liked to draw, she drew pictures nobody saw. She was most artistic late at night in a room out of sight. She kept a secret no one knew, she did't tell a soul and her gallery grew. Her drawings were diffrent, no paper or pen but needed a bandage now and then.
I often find myself tracing the slowly fading scars on my arms. I feel a slight ache in my chest...saying I miss them. Am I twisted? Or just that sad?
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Depression/Self Harm Quotes And Poems
Fiction généraleThis is my first time writing a book on wattpad eventhough its only a quotes and poem book on depression/self harm and abuse.
