Hey I just wrote a poem and thought I'd share since I don't want it to go to waste, its a bit dark though and may triggering to some people going through depression or anything like that...
*you have been warned*
Loop
I stared at my broken remains,
Not sure what to do,
I picked one up and examined it,
It was shiny and quite sharp too,
I looked at my wrist,
An urge to do the untrue,
I brought the shard closer to my skin,
And like that I knew i would never win,
I would be the loser in the game,
Another character to take the blame,
No one would care if this happened to me,
In fact they'd be quite happy actually,
I'm not anything to be dwelled on so I'll be fine,
Now "never do it again" is on my mind,
I drop the shard now dirtied with my blood,
I walk away feeling happier than I was,
I told myself to never do it again,
But the addiction was started and now it'll never end.
