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Complete, First published Mar 22, 2015
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A poem on cutting, I know this is a sore subject for some people but I want to just say that I cut. I know some people look down upon it but you really shouldn't its some peoples ways of getting frustration, sadness, and all emotions out. It helps you. But what really does help, is putting down the razor and doing something else. Writing this poem made me realize that I don't need to cut to feel better!! All I did was write this poem and paint and I felt better already, my urge to cut dissolved and I feel like myself again. I don't want to be depressed and I know mostly all of you out there who feel like this too feel like your in despair and can't find a way out but trust me, THERE IS!! There's people willing to sacrifice themselves just for you!!! I'm lucky to have a amazing boyfriend and amazing friends who help me if I'm depressed and give in to my urges and from this day foreword I swear I will try my hardest to never hurt myself again just because of them. So don't give in. Fight
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.