a/n: this is another side or part (idk what the heck to call it) to "scars", another poem in this book. its another and completely different feeling but I feel both, if that makes sense...haaaaaaa. whatever, moving on. enjoy.
sometimes it's nice to self-harm,
seeing these cuts on my arms.
how pleasing they are to my eyes,
but i'm not saying that it was wise.
the touch, the feeling of these swelled up marks,
giving me goosebumps, the feeling of sparks.
the warmth of blood seeping from my skin,
i lost. i get it. depression wins.
but it's something so beautiful, satisfying and pleasing.
self-mutilation it's so damn easy.
sad to say, this is my aesthetic,
it may help me be more poetic.
but i was wrong along. i just wanted to end the pain.
the one in my head, not the one that stains.
another a/n: i'm not good at persuading people to do the right thing. but please don't self harm. its like a drug, you'll eventually get addicted. and then you'll eventually overdose on that pain and attempt to kill yourself. it's not fun. please just find help and talk to someone things will get better from there.
YOU ARE READING
stay tuned.
Poetryim depressed and need a place to vent my thoughts. enjoy the journey in my mind. i hope you stay tuned for what's inside.
