Just want another slit on the wrist,
Another scar to resist.
Sleepless nights with a mind full of thoughts,
Wondering around,
But the surroundings were all quiet with no lullaby.
Tears are falling,
Breathing being heavy.
This isn’t fair,
But I’m too tired to fight.
My heart is aching,
Soul screaming inside.
I cry, covering my mouth,
Suppressing my voice,
So none can hear a thing.
These thoughts are corrupting my mind,
Poisoning my blood,
Making it hard to breathe.
It came again tonight,
My self-loathing.
Up my throat,
Ripping my heart.
A scream,
A silent scream.
‘I am alone’,
Left my mouth.
With a blade in my hand,
As time passes,
The cut gets deeper.
Blood running down from my arm,
Leaving an angry mark.
Warmth of blood,
Soothes as it floods,
Worked as a charm.
It’s three am,
I am in my bed,
The silence of the night was interrupted by the thoughts.
Tears were dwelling,
But I refused to shed a single drop.
Shout that it’s wrong,
Say I’m not strong.
But holding a blade,
Doesn’t it prove that I am brave?
Another Scar
Another Scar
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Take yourself in an imaginary world where you can act as a 'happy-third-person' and dive into the thoughts to capture some beautiful sightings... :)
Dreams are often forgotten because they are something we want to treasure. They are the land of fantasies coming alive where we can live as a third person and dive into the thoughts to capture some beautiful sightings. 😇
Take yourself in an imaginary world where you can act as a 'happy-third-person' and dive into the thoughts to capture some beautiful sightings... :)
Dreams are often forgotten because they are something we want to treasure. They are the land of fantasies coming alive where we can live as a third person and dive into the thoughts to capture some beautiful sightings. 😇