The pain is real
Freeing
Essential
Maybe if I keep at it, I'll wither away
I have scars on my wrists
My legs
My hands
I do it to let the mental pain go
It works
It takes all the power in me to not scream in pain
And now I have a gun in my hand
With hundreds of people walking around me
Should I use it?
Yes
But do I shoot them
Or me?
YOU ARE READING
A Series of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of the poems that I write. Trigger warning: these poems may include depression and mental health problems, also gory scenes. If any of this triggers you, please refrain from reading. Don't worry, I'm not depressed. I just like to w...