A poem
this is one of my very first poems i wrote when i was younger in the very early stages of my depression.
I hope you enjoy it
WARNING MAYBE TRIGGERING
I feel trapped in my life
Never leave home without a knife
A bad mood
A bad feeling
Is just a cut away from haling
For as you see
Bleeding is healing for me
Running
Wet and
Red
Quiets the voices in my head
Scars and scars galore
Each and everyone
I adore
The object of cutting
You see
Is to sooth my soul without loosing me
To loose me
To loose my head
Would surely mean that id be dead
So cut and cut
I continue to do
Until i find another way
To save my life each and everyday
Never leave home without a knife
A bad mood
A bad feeling
Is just a cut away from haling
For as you see
Bleeding is healing for me
Running
Wet and
Red
Quiets the voices in my head
Scars and scars galore
Each and everyone
I adore
The object of cutting
You see
Is to sooth my soul without loosing me
To loose me
To loose my head
Would surely mean that id be dead
So cut and cut
I continue to do
Until i find another way
To save my life each and everyday
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