All I can do is lay in bed and stare at the ceiling,
wishing you were still alive.
I stare at the ceiling with tears in my eyes,
clenching my fists and biting my tongue,
not letting the screams and sobs escape.
because if they do I don’t think they’ll ever stop.
I get my blade from under my mattress and cut so deep a river of red begins to flow heavily from my open wound.
the stinging pain on my thighs and wrists repeats day after day.
never stopping for anyone or anything
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razlin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2022 13:19
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Comments1
You ARE loved! Even though it may not be obvious. Self-harm is not worth it. Trust me. I'm a teenager myself and I lost my own mother at the age of 13. I know how hard loss is. I feel your pain. But I just want to remind you that although the person you've lost may not be present physically anymore, they will forever live on in your memories and your poetry. That's why I love poetry, you can express yourself in creative ways. But please, don't harm yourself. Life will always have an obstacle along the way, but you just need to take a step back from the chaos of life and really evaluate your position. You're still alive. Everyday you wake up is a blessing. Love is always around you, although you may not see it. Life is worth more than death, and I hope that you lift your spirits. 💖
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