Remembered this one and went and reread it…made me realize how far I’ve come since then and how much I have healed in that area. I still have other areas I’m working on, but I’ve made progress, and I’m proud.
WARNING: This is a poem about depression and self-harming. Don’t read if you don’t like that sort of thing.
I warned you.
There’s something that I want to tell you,
Something that I want to share
But before I do
I need to know…
Would you even care?
Would you listen to me?
Tell me truthfully
Cause I’m drowning and no-one’s there
No-one listens when I tear out my hair
My fingers are bloody and raw
I beat myself ’till I’m sore
There’s something that I want to tell you,
Something that I want to share
But before I do
I need to know…
Do you even care?
The darkness beckons and it calls
Into it’s suffocating embrace I fall
Down
Down
Down
Then pain comes, taking my hand
I want to resist, but I never can
It captivates me with it’s pretty lips
And swaying hips
I can’t…
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