Please do not read on if you get triggered by talk of self harm and suicide. Stay strong, my beautiful readers <3
Aching hearts and empty minds,
Dried blood on the tissues
Behind the bed.
Sleepless nights, googling
Xacto knives for sale,
And how many pills it would take
To cure me once and for all.
Nicotine stains on my fingers,
Black lungs and burnt skin,
Endorphins flooding
To soothe the pain.
Zombie eyes from medication,
With no soul behind them.
Hearing sobs come from the bedroom
When everyone should be asleep.
Not that long ago,
But somehow, it feels
Like a dream.
Another day in the life of a damaged human.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
