CONTAINS : Self hurt, mentions of depression and anxiety
I am in the dark, but there is not light to break my fall.
Life is a struggle, but when I join the huddle, I collapse in the depression and anxiety that bind me.
They say that I'm weird, that I can't do anything.
I wonder what it's like to be free, to see the other side.
The scars that pockmark my skin, they beckon me for more.
Open the wound, hurt the senses.
Train the pain to subside.
Lie through the tears, hide the knives.
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Poems
PuisiJust some poems I've written. Some include language that may upset people that are uncomfortable with any self hurt or depression and at the beginning of each poem there will be abortive to say what it is about and if there is any hurtful language. ...
