TW:SH
One two three, more scars pile on my arms.
I hurt to awake myself, to swim to the top again.
Four five six, people say "I'm fine" but why would I self harm?
I can't describe other then suffocation, drowning, numb.
Seven eight nine, ah yes it is finally my time.
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Author:
1000thoughts (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2021 22:38
- Category: Sad
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If this is how you feel know there are hot lines to call, rage books to make, and many other coping methods. Your never alone.
Me speak English......
This comment gives me many mixed signals. So I do not know how to respond my apologies.
As your piece appears on my screen it appears as, quite possibly Greek - although I stand to be corrected. Now since the vast majority of poems which appear here appear in English.....
Has that clarified the majority of the mixed signals you are receiving?
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