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My Little Friend [May Be Triggering; Warning Inside]
:hazard::exclamationmark:Authors Note: This may be triggering, I'm not approving, or glamorizing, self harm in anyway. If you are sensitive to triggers then DO NOT READ THIS. This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, when I was in a dark place; I just wanted to share it. Again I am in NO WAY approving self harm in anyway, I'm trying to get better too.
My heart aches, my eyes sting, my breath is shallow. I turn to my friend, he sit in a secret place, our little secret. He’s knows all I hide, all that is inside of me. all my pain, all my secrets, my past, my regrets. I close my eyes, I feel the warm, red liquid flow down my wrist. I don’t scream, I am silent, not a single tear. No more. I will not cry, I will shut myself down. No one will notice anything. All oblivious to what the night will, Hold out for me. They’ll never know, they’ll never care. I’ll sit in silence and I’ll pray, For God to forgive for my sins, As I reach for my little friend once again. |
that's painfully stunning. x
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