I keep on adding scars to my arms
Because all I do is saying
"I'm not good enough"
They said things meant to rip me in a half
But I hold all the anger inside me to not hurt them back and I hurt myself instead
It feels good sometimes
But it doesnt last for so long
Just couple of minutes or maybe even seconds
When I can feel alive
But what to do when I forget that I am?
I come back to my razor blade
And I hate myself for it
I'll try to hide the way I feel
But I just wanna shout or maybe I'll tear myself apart like everytime
Wishing that its going to be the last time that I cut
But after days I come back and cut my skin again
To see myself bleeding
And drowning in a river worth drowning in
A river of memories
pain
And all the screams kept inside me
And all the anger kept inside me
All the pressure kept inside me
Are sinking in it
But when I drown I still can breathe
Soon my river will dry
And I'll come back to making a new one again
But this time am I going to survive or sink till a choke ?
-About self-harm-
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PoetryEvery part of this, is about someone/something that went through my life, and changed/affected me, even a little bit -and some fucked up thoughts- Every part has a diffrent story Date of starting: August 4th, 2020 Date of finishing: Nov 21th, 2020
