you ask me why i tried to kill myself
i tell you it's because you said you wanted me to be happy
you get upset because this was not what you meant
but my happiness
is not the same
as your happiness
it is the same word
but it has a different meaning
you pull up my sleeve to reveal the blood stains on my arm
you ask me again why i did this
i give you the same answer
you told me to be happy
you once again get upset and tell me to stop
but this is my happiness
i am content with being in pain
i like torturing myself
YOU ARE READING
all blood, no tears
Poetrya collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
