Out there,
Somewhere,
Is a person that understands,
What I do with steady hands,
They do it too,
They hide their scars,
If I was not like them,
I wouldn't know why,
They cut their skin, just to feel pain,
Feel something that isn't just a numbing sensation,
But a feel of regret,
After it's to late to do anything,
After the blood pores,
And birds soar,
Throughout the sky,
In your mind,
Giving you a feel of joy,
Or is it death,
Pulling you in,
And letting you go,
That's the question we will never know,
But if you fly with the birds,
You may come back,
But if you don't,
Will anyone miss you,
Or will you just be another lost souls,
Drifting with the others,
Seeking revenge with your worst enemies,
Or closest friends?
YOU ARE READING
Quotes and poems that I find on the internet, or make myself about self-harm.
PoetryIf you've ever wondered what it feels like to self-harm, or feel depressed, read this. Or, if you have depression, or self-harm, or maybe both, and you want to now if you and I have the same point of view on the subjects, then you can also read. Ple...
