Sometimes I imagine my wrists are made of glass
See-through
so I can see to the beating of my heart
Fragile
so one cut could cut my life short
Shattered
as blood drips down and pools in my palms
A red ocean of quiet beckoning me
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Author:
Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2023 04:44
- Category: Reflection
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It's very easy to be seduced by thoughts, the unknown, the it could be better on the other side. Just remember, what's better for some becomes the worse for others. Not to sound preachy, but my brother had taken his own life and I pray he's in a better place. Just wish the rest of us had been able to find better places. Sorry to ramble, but that's what writing does, it gets the read to feel, be inspired, to empathize. You write with clarity and hopefully saving thoughts.
Out loud is a good plan, perhaps it exposes the foe that wriggles though one’s mind when searching fir recompense or dilution of torrid moments. Cathartic and perspective are likely results. Thanks fir sharing
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