Excerpt From a Poem I Will Never Write
I used to look at cutters when it got bad and tell myself I`ll never go there...
Now I look at my wrists and it`s just sad, I ask myself how I got here...
Hurting myself on the outside trying to kill the thing on the inside...
Feels like I`m drowning while everyone else is just breathing fine...
My thoughts have destroyed me more than any blade ever could...
How do I explain what`s wrong, when nothing is right? When my whole heart is a beating wound...
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