My legs run red,
Screams are in my head.
I try to shout loud
But no one in the crowd
Would understand why
Nor my need to cry.
They ignore the pain in my eyes
And the scars on my thighs.
They shut out the real life
And anything with a knife.
The world is pretty
And everything bad is just "such a pitty".
They don't understand the gain
I get every day from the pain.
Do you understand me?
And the fact I will never be free?
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Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
