Bubbling, consuming it’s overwhelming,
too much,
I
slice
slice
slice
and bleed out,
I cry and cry until theres nothing left,
blood and tears
drip
drip
d
r
i
p
swirling down the drain
comfortably numb,
the water runs clear, I step out,
I wipe the mirror and practice a smile,
my skin burns, it’s comforting,
I am okay,
for now
- Author: Anora (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 6th, 2017 10:01
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
Comments2
this is just a poem....right?
Don't worry, this is just about a time in my life, I'm not saying I'm a poster for mental health but I've come my ways. I'm just at a place where I'm comfortable reflecting on these times. Its better to relive them through poetry to cope.
Oh good now I can have a nice day! you too! write on ww
ive been there, great write though..
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