⚠ self-harm, suicide ⚠
She sat me down and asked me
"Have you met the devil"
Without thinking I started off
"He was the one holding my hand, telling me to "jump""
"He was the one tying the ropes against my neck telling me to "let go""
"He was the one standing over me in the bathtub telling me "sink down""
"He was the one holding the blade telling me to make it "deeper""
That's what I remember saying but I know that wasn't the words that came out of my mouth.
Things gets lost in my head
Everything is messed up
Just go to bed and take a nap they said
I slept for days with not a single change
Get your help on your own
don't ask your mom because she is numb
Numb from life numb from pain
My kids are gone
And so is mom
I'm left alone
YOU ARE READING
dear diary
Poetry⚠Suicidal, self-harming, abuse, can be triggering ⚠ A diary of poesi and textes about me and what I'm going through. It can be hard to understand.
