A pencil sharpener
Something no one would expect someone would use against their own skin
A blade, causing skin to tear
Blood, the liquid I both despise and cherish,
Pours from my small wound
That I will cover with makeup and bracelets,
Friendship bracelets that mean nothing to the other anymore
All these have left scars
both big and small
thin and thick
wide and deep
Both mentally and physically
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Feelings
PoetrySome poetry about my depression, self harm, being suicidal, and social anxiety that I've written. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book of my poetry is not to support or glorify self harm, suicide, or mental illnesses such as depression and social anxiety in...
