He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his scar filled arms.
Tears filled my eyes as I realize that he self harms.
The guy I love,
The guy I need,
He's the person who is bleeding.
He shows me the fire in his eyes.
All this time it wasn't passion or desire,
His eyes are filled with hate for the world and hate for himself.
That hate is reflected as his skin is the paper and the razor is the brush.
I know the feeling of having your blood rush,
I want to help him,
I want to see him through,
I want to show him what he has to lose,
But I'm stooping to his level,
I'm losing sight of what they say matters.
My eyes are being clouded and blurred by tears.
I don't want to die but I love the escape.
I hate to dream, but I love to sleep.
Somebody help,
Somebody please,
I need some help if I can salvage what is left of both him and me.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
