It's when I'm cold,
I remember it all.
That numb feeling,
Echoing a fatal call.
Goosebumps outlining,
Every thought and scar.
A constant reminder,
The past isn't far.
Chills from the wind,
Hitting me right through.
A familiar, emotional chill,
The fear of what I'd do.
Ice brings a numbness,
A paralyzing feeling.
I felt that, even in heat,
The hurt constantly revealing.
Freezing, raw air reminding me,
Of burns and cuts on raw skin.
Bringing back the memories,
Of hiding what was within.
The cold's numbness,
Making my throat burn.
Hating every bit of me,
To throw up in return.
Nobody knows to this day,
Of my secret untold.
The uncontrollable feeling,
Being out in the cold.
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Self-harm poems
PoetryPoems about sadness and self-harm and depression this is my first so yeah hope you guys like it .