It's scary
Social media
Constant contact you can't escape
It's overwhelming
The attention
The spotlight
I was never made for that
People scare me
They hunt me down
They hurt me
They taunt me
All without explanation
Without identities
They use their words
To tear my heart into pieces
To leave me out to bleed
Bleed until I die
Bleed like I know how
I had to leave
Go off the grid
Thoughts of my blood
Running down me
Drowning me in it
I had to escape
To leave
Before I hurt myself
I'm soft
I'm delicate
I've been broken many times
I'm strong though
I can fight the hardest fights,
Defend those in need,
Sacrifice myself for others,
I do the hardest thing to do,
I fight for myself
I won't let myself down
I won't let myself hurt myself
I won't let the blood
Pour out of my wrists
I won't let the blood soothe me
Only for a moment
Before drowning me again
-the attention draws blood
*hey guys I'm writing from on the lake, I'm floating around in a boat filled with blankets. I'm really not doing great, I had my first suicidal thought in months, I almost cut, I feel like shit but I went offline and I'm staying at my cabin for a few days. I hope you guys are doing better than I am.
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Writing Until My Soul Recovers
PoetryI'm seventeen with more trauma than most my age. I haven't cut in five months but I'm struggling. My mental health is struggling and it's hard because I'm in recovery from something. But not my big problem. I'm still struggling with that and I was t...
