Replaceable

Cynthia

I promised myself I wouldn't pick up that blade again,

I promised myself that I'd learn to love myself

I broke those promises.

 

I NEEDED to feel the pain going through my arm

I NEEDED to see the blood rise to the surface of my skin

It's like an addition

Like a drug that I can't stop

 

My friends keep asking me if I'm ok or if how I'm doing

But I know that they don't really care

I'm just another "emo" kid at school

 

I'm replaceable

Completely replaceable

  • Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2018 21:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • ann.qindar

    Enjoyed the emotion. Thank you



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