My finger traces over scars,
Razor blade in my hand,
A burning sensation in my arms,
I've gone back to self-harm,
I'm no longer dizzy,
Was it anxiety?
Atleast I'm eating,
Blood is dripping,
I'm sorry,
I'm once again cutting,
I can't sleep,
So I'm faking smiles,
Just to seem okay,
Again waiting.
Love,
Lacy
YOU ARE READING
poems of a broken heart
PoetryPoems ive wrote about stuff ive gone through or going through now VENT SAFE PLACE IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE ABOUT IT FEEL FREE TO ASK!!! ⚠️🔞TW🔞⚠️ SELF HARM S.A DEPRESSION SU!C!ĐE
